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Jazz

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AMWeitz

Published: Dec 24, 2012

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is
the rustle
of sheets
when you
drag them
back onto
the bed;

is
the way
dust trips
the dark
fantastic on
velvet stretched
into more
than blue;

is
thick marrow
soured with
acid reflux,
a raging
waveless ocean
turned to
wine with
the twilight.

And tremors...
And tremors.

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