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Thursday, April 30, 2009
Together we shall know our frailties.
The way the light plays on the countenance of your papery flesh
The way the thick smudges of dark grease your fingertips, fill the wrinkles in your knuckles
Together we shall know our naivete.
The way you love me, restlessly, heedlessly.
The way you mourn me, choking, faltering.
Together we shall know our chemistry.
The way you smolder, burn and chafe.
The way you boil, blunder and brood.
Together, we shall know.
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