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■ I know what you're thinking, father
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you remember the corridor?
the corridor which carried our footsteps like a golden chariot King Ahab it took forever to understand the white piano’s tune our heart beats put it to shame with every passing moment we reached the room turned the knob the walls had pearled silky paper carefully designed for dream catching and we knew there was no exit for love no stairway, no door no way out through the narrow balcony but in each other’s arms your mouth stilled by mine a wet gift from the sea forgotten words I remember your hands talking to me slowly like the lips of M. Monroe to a crowd of marines me panicking between lines ..to Mr Baby
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