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If I Could If there was a moment before a smile was knowing or a glance furtive, a little gap just before tears welled up in your eyes at the news, then like a heavy door I would pry it open and squeeze us into the crack between cognition and shock, and huddled in that timeless tunnel we would ready for the aftermath, the horror. |
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