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66 * * ʯʩʠ ʦʣʰʥʠ ‫ٷ‬ʡʸˋ˦ ʣʰ‫ٷ‬ʸ˦ ˋ ʨʩʩʢ ʱˋʢ ʸʲʸʲʬ ʸʲʣ , ʸʲ˦ʸˋʹ ʯʢʩʥʠ ʲʰ‫ٷ‬ʮ ʯʸʲʥʥ , ʸʲʩʥʸʢ . ʱˋ˝ʹ ʪʩʠ ʪˋʮ ʬʦʮ ʯʦʩʩʡ ʸʲʦʣʰʥʠ ʸʲʡʩʠ ʣʩʰ ʦˌʬ ʯʥʠ ' ʸʲʩʩʬʹ ʭʲʣ ʴˌʸˋ ʸʲʷʩʸ . ʸʲ˦ʩʨ , ʸʲʷʩʨʰʥʥˌ , ʱˋʢ ʩʣ ʨʸʲʥʥ ʸʲʩʥʬʡ . ʸʲʩʥʠ ʯ‫ٷ‬ʣ ʯʩʠ ʯʲʰʲʸʡ ʸʲʨʸʲʥʥ ʲʱʩʩʤ ʲʰ‫ٷ‬ʮ . ˦ ʩʥʦˋ ʯˋʸˋ˦ ʦʩʠ ʲʡʩʬ ʯ‫ٷ‬ʮ ʯʩʠ ʱˋʤ ʬʩ , ʸʲʩʥʸʨ ʯʥʠ ʨʱʥʬ ʬʩ˦ ʩʥʦˋ ʱˋʤ ʯ‫ٷ‬ʮ ʯʩʠ . 67 “A FRIEND PASSES US” A friend passes us in the empty street, and my eyes become sharper, grayer. I joke about our bad luck and lower my veil. The street becomes duskier, deeper, bluer. My hot words burn in your ears. My love is full of so much hate, my hate so full of joy and sorrow. ...

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