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Them memories of others

The dreams of broken brothers

The lot under a dry-tonguèd ground of a seaside town

The dry-lungèd doctors and secretaries-at-law bet ponies at the track.

Her fisher,

Her hunter,

Grouper at the hearts of the cyrhottic dead.

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