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“Against firelight, he sees the face of the woman / Lean over, and the lips purse sweet as to bestow a kiss, but / This is not true, and the great glob of spit / Hangs there, glittering, before she lets it fall. The spit is what softens like silk the passage of steel / On the fine-grained stone. It…” quote by Robert Penn Warren
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““Against firelight, he sees the face of the woman / Lean over, and the lips purse sweet as to bestow a kiss, but / This is not true, and the great glob of spit / Hangs there, glittering, before she lets it fall. The spit is what softens like silk the passage of steel / On the fine-grained stone. It whispers.””

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