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Colossal bones stood motionless, hideously out of place in the middle of the little room. In the air, a faint smell of black walnut, eggshell, gray paper – heavy, intimate, redolent. A long gold candle softly thrust out pale gestures on the floor, bright flowers against the wall. Two clean towels, pink and green, hung obliquely, gingerly from a half-open closet door, while a disengaged mouth stood ajar, a nest of breaths pressed down by the weight of flowers, jackets, woodwork. A tiny talismanic mirror with spiral legs stood opposite a narrow green bed in the corner, tipped back as though looking softly about the little chamber. Pale, round eyes covered the walls – discreet, infantile, nearly invisible, enervating. A window opened, gathered marvelous, delicious, supreme, royal hair from all corners, plunging all vision into vividness, and that was all.
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bombard,
released January 9, 2016
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