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Like They Do in the Stories

She tells the story with a shudder, running through the lines,
mouthing it like steak, point, in a Left Bank bistro,
her jaw moving round the overlapping names.

This time hes Paul and shes Michelle.
As if names mattered.
Its always her story on the inside. 

D. A. Prince

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