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if i were you i'd dump him ms r with no sense of revenge bile guile or forced smile you reminded me of those times i'd blunted the day when my eyes had died slid from your face to be illuminated by other faces you reminded me of how within a room on a train the bed you tumbled like dice thrown on uneven ground i turned my head from you as i listened |  |
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