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Duras (Poverty)

She removes herself from the tremendous stink of poverty.

Poverty. Poverty.

Then, say it again.

Poverty. Detritus, shit.

But, also: glitter, gutter, silver grammar.

From out of the cut comes the sound of the new.

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