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genesis-26979	Hand, Siren	Tarantella	2023	2	.pdf	application/pdf	232	13	84	Shove a ten in the tip jar to a turned back, sway to crusted velvet couch that's probably cradled too many lovers— set seasick glasses on the low table. We don't dance, we pulse we free-form flow into hours when only the Divine would be awake, strobing: our shadows play on a gridded confessional wall, stained glass chandeliers paint us holy.	cache/genesis-26979.pdf	txt/genesis-26979.txt