The reconciliation of Double-X-Helices. Dialogue only slightly stilted by stifled sex syllogisms. Perforating the awkwardness with the salve of musical universality. Rhythms rectify what languishes with language. Polite requests for meted judgment. But more time is needed for the exhumation of deeply buried perhapses. She returns to the cemetery with a little of the light between her temples.
11:59 p.m. - 2019-03-04
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