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Words lose their syllables. Gator rises ferociously out of alligator. Never sinks to ne’er. A little splash of acid eats out the centers of words-- temperture, famly. Mortification, scaffolding, talisman weigh heavily on the tongue, each dropped syllable an unplayed note, a favorite tango shorted. A dancer stops, bends his partner, his rider, backward toward the floor. In the stoppage, sudden blank landscape. In the shot holes, white light.
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