AMASSING THE
SMALL THINGS
She had nice, red cheeks, but that was that :
first words spoken, 'we in America!' I was
not sure to be alone anymore, yet I
gave her a blanket for the taking.
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Conspiracy ends when people get hurt :
there's a story for every disaster. In the
morning, the bells and the whistles will
ring and all those new factory hands
shall run off to paint mercury and
lead on their own disasters. For
every story, there's a lie.
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That girl was still dancing, when I left
this 'gentleman's club.' It was not that
at all : more like a tendentious assault
on even the fact of being human.
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