"Willy nilly runs the river
Without an original edition."
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Do you mind, she asked,
if I steal a bit from you. This
she asked again and again until
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The tongue conformed itself
around this large glossy darkness,
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Gray, soft, tidal. One had no need to decide
whether to trust it. A key that is good in any lock. It recurs. It told us
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A body unto itself, rancid golem.
The body releases a tuft of hair.
Fur.
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