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						the moon by Rg Gregory 
						
						when the body of a woman dissolves within are the three feared faces
  the man who dares to trace them comes to grief - but nothing personal is meant
  waves and particles transvest - vulva breast and womb are sexless doors 
  beyond whose suck a sensual light swings life round its little finger						 
						
						
						
						
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