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And so, i took the temperature of the mouth.
And so, i took the temperature of the armpit.
Washing it first, patting it dry, closing
the arm to the body,
tucking the elbow where the waist is.
And so, i took the temperature of the anus,
bending my arm around my back
to do so.
Churchbells rang out, it was noon.
No-one was outside on the road.
Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere:
the same temperature.
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