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The Abbey Gardens Milk spills-- The blind, wine wings waving. Wondering Rice Flies splice spice kites. Sisters shout about the blonde fawn sniffing the sifted air-- where it bends and lisps. Gifts, like grand gazelles, open themselves up. Cups empty their cream in spring while babies wake in safe places, pulling white traces from beneath breathing breasts. |
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