Trade Secrets

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Whatever is placid plain you acid wash and cover, let simmer & smolder & set, those idle places we hover over. All elbow grease can smack alike onerous, egregious, can’t it, ingrained to grind & groan. You pine for pain, set your face for it. Fealty seems so sinister, graymired and freckled the iron wire hair coiled like a copper child. Slip the boy an honest wage for believing. Beleaguered pumice, desiccated bleach. Or are you a dental seamstress, tugging the thread at my gums, the healthy bleeds I steal? Tomorrow I’ll man the last hatch, lurk the lazy gulf. Above all, I’ll keep quiet.