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Measure Some things mildew too quickly away from the sun. He has a neck pain, she sees ghosts, he wears a lead belt, she builds wings. He says stick to the facts, she says the sheets smell of longing. What’s buried among their bed’s decaying springs? He says I love you, she says I love you to something she cannot see in the dark. 9 ...

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