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He finishes talking to her and
she takes a step back into
the hallway lit with tinsel.
Her hands are becoming smoke,
but they aren’t yet, in fact they
aren’t anything, only
a holiday, a single period
when he want to be with someone,
even though her hair is real and
red also and her eyes can look
far and her mouth can speak
into the past.

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