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Ankles shackled
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metalled and islanded
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holding aloft a mirror, feral
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lipstick, eye-liner
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She’s
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a celebrity a star attraction
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a glare effacing
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the French Revolution’s
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risen juices vintage taste
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the Paris Commune’s
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fierce inscriptions
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lost in translation
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