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| ARLENE ANG | ||
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| Transfiguration Go ahead, say it. You feel like walking on water again. You're not Christ, you know, red up to your ears because you got the fish count wrong until someone lied to make miracle out of error. Not even close to Dali who melted watches with his breath and spoke his own tongue. I wondered if he lapped his wife's wetness with that. The pink sky in your mouth is good enough for me. Before I let you taste the lick of my appetite, swear to change your wife to stone. Go ahead, say it. |
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