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promising new mysteries,
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... with three metaphors
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The night had
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fat black squatted
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plume toward its
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ink stained sheets
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surged into the
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... awaiting slippery tunnel ...
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Past lettuce and
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small patches of
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the modest house
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<kewois what are you on mate?>
where a small cross
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like SANCTUARY's corncob
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through a clanging
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... old copper pot ...
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was seen as
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a palm offering
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to unslaked hunger
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Tanovsu, who managed
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a small patisserie
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where hunched men
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lurked in back
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... licking their lips ...
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anticipating new prey
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, he had made
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... a menu of
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soft-tissued body parts
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... lightly-sauteed, salted and
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grabbed the kids
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... with mouths fulla
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