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by Eric Baus
covered every window in the house with x-rays of my bandaged eye. "working backwards1 from the sky" says she follows every fissure2 until it's time for the stiches to come out. When something falls you should pick it up. "spilled sand and lamplight" has been my sister for a while now. They say we are slivered3 glass. Fluttered numbers and milk. They tried to convince me that half the word filament5 is night. Every rattled6 out lightbulb means a brother's pillow is burning. 点击收听单词发音
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