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they call it aphasia when your words escape you, but through it all your humor remains. you are not frail but light as a feather and i will the wind to let you stay. ii. though the slope of your sharp mouth softens to the side your smile remains steady. i bet it tastes of salt, or sugar, whichever you will have. iii. you are bone marrow and flesh, sinew and kidneys, the sum of the whole and still all its parts. oh, how you devastate me, how you make me totality. iv. if you stare at a spot long enough, it begins to move. i was staring at the ceiling when they called to tell me you had died. suddenly stipple became constellations and i saw you dancing among the stars. i pray you've found peace. |
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