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Hinged To Forgetfulness Like A Door
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Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved, but too many times she slept like a mechanical deer in my caresses, and I ached in the metal silence of her dreams.
Richard Brautigan
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Monday, January 13, 2003 |
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