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62 Face I know you must think that I am the only thing that belongs solely to you and when you die, I will disappear with you—my skin, muscle, nerves, vessels, galloping to keep up with your last breath, for I am slower to go, like cells of muscle and bone. But there is no need to worry about me. You cannot know how wrong you are. Look around in the streets— a girl’s nose mimics mine, and a young boy’s lips also frown like a severed stalk, thirsty for sun. Long after you die, I will still live everywhere, erupting from the soil each year, part here, part there, and my grin will ever last somewhere in someone. ...

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