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she said from a distance, coming on strong
and he said the same, falling over himself

  
  The candle smoulders. A wisp of grey

  
  Do you feel it damp on your face? The room elbowing in?

The smell of breath

  
 
Its I

  
  ©Giles Denmark Nov20-06  

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