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A bare hand, sullen, through dry paint spangled onto skin groaning with each flick of a deft wrist, worked dutifully and with great care to work out dual figures (mother, infant) from the white oblivion of canvas, silent desperation; trompe l'oeil.

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I will always remember you as I saw you for the last time: silvery, a pale flame, drenched in cool rain and the dawdling, richly purpled bloom and aroma of the wisteria tree.

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She could not help but be a thorn, twisting up in her bedsheets, nightgown as though they were sodden, ossifying beneath a thick lacquer of her sombre that bled in from the outside dawn, to glaze over the whole room.

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The blue chat-screen lit his sallow face harshly, a full lamp to the blackberry intensity of the night and the creek burbling decidedly, amidst the chiptune revelry indoors.

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A bare hand, sullen, through dry paint spangled onto skin groaning with each flick of a deft wrist, worked dutifully and with great care to work out dual figures (mother, infant) from the white oblivion of canvas, silent desperation; trompe l'oeil.	7
I will always remember you as I saw you for the last time: silvery, a pale flame, drenched in cool rain and the dawdling, richly purpled bloom and aroma of the wisteria tree.	7
She could not help but be a thorn, twisting up in her bedsheets, nightgown as though they were sodden, ossifying beneath a thick lacquer of her sombre that bled in from the outside dawn, to glaze over the whole room.	6
The blue chat-screen lit his sallow face harshly, a full lamp to the blackberry intensity of the night and the creek burbling decidedly, amidst the chiptune revelry indoors.	5