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on 19 September 2005 (#8328612)

[the poetry of silverchyld]

Enter
Eyes first, fingers second
Into her museum.

A little red around the edges--
A little wet around the edges--
But she has opened herself to the public
--lashes parting as red ropes--
For inspection and sanctuary.

(and the blinking never means "Closed")

Therefore enter in;
While she is immune to your disease
She will infect you with curiosity.

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