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The earth rolled over in the void.
My head heaved up into the sun.
The rue Saint Jacques advanced, deployed,
Contracted. Two resemble one.
Eating. His hand shook hands. I have enjoyed—.
The street swung open, seemed to run
Two ways to darkness, was destroyed.
My head reeled backward from the sun.
The earth sagged over in the void.
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