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im haunted by sterling fassbinder.since i grew my hair out, i no longer catch a chance glimpse of her in a mirrorlike when im running in front of a glass skyscaper in a long black coat on a perfect blue day...or if my leg's stiff and i find myself walking with a limp...and the fourth and fifth fingers on my right hand are curled up tight inside my leather glove...instead she's everywhere: