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Post by Steve on Sept 28, 2005 21:39:26 GMT -5
a flash as thick as night itself drenched the scarlet eggshell dress becomes cellophane as she stands posed against the wall
the man behind illumination fiddles sweaty hands to adjust the shutter
a snap no louder than a falling thimble deafens her reveals a swollen cheek a trembling lip a dysentery eye
the percussionist beating camera swears and renders service to malice
a silence deep enough to forget all that is wanted indulged the room scarlet lies in her final pose he develops
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