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18 | Fuel 1 The sun on my back like your hand at night, in bed, and then again, your hand on my back at night like the sun has burned through two-thirds of its fuel. 2 That you adorn the fallen. That your heads and shafts are smooth, cool, a spongy marble. That you are stock-still and spontaneous at once. That you are one (as we always thought we knew). ...

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