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The Journal of Eli Skipp

[098]
07/25/2011 10:50 p.m.

she roles over and says to him, 'those are the crooked children;
they are born with piano-key teeth and news-print eyeballs,
emaciated shadows and no language,
and when they open their mouths and wiggle their tongues all
that comes out is pink foam.'

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