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by Wanda Coleman
boooooooo. spooky ripplings of icy waves. this umpteenth1 time she returns——this invisible woman long on haunting short on ectoplasm "you're a good man, sistuh," a lover sighed solongago. "keep your oil slick and your motor running." wretched stained mirrors within mirrors of fractured webbings like nests of manic spiders reflect her ruined mien2 (rue3 wiggles remorse4 squiggles woe5 jiggles bestride her)。 oozy Manes spill out yonder spooling in night's lofty hour exudes her gloom and spew in rankling odor of heady dour as she strives to retrieve flesh to cloak her bones again to thrive to keep her poisoned id alive usta be young usta be gifted——still black 点击收听单词发音
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