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Emilie to Kieran I am sorry (words I want engraved on my headstone) sorry I am not made to your satisfaction sorry your delight does not yield to my hand's touch (words not as testimony, not static, not after the fact but now, hastening history) I am sorry the sky is not made to your specification, sorry you dispute the possibility of now for an eternity that fails to meet your expectations I count myself nothing special - I would take the world between my legs and regret nothing if it burst there. |
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