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Z.en: the one I love most holds my tongue done nothing to deserve this am something to deserve this sleep. If he is right, the world is a broad river of emptiness, currents of everythingtangible braided until the banks expand: dark sea shining within, dark shineflowing. If he is wrong, each leaf is a needle of light my skin encloses. Folds over, petal by petal, until the coal ignites. Sleep. Emptiness. How to reach shore? If he is right, I amthe shore, skin no barrier to sea, skin sea the salt molecules twirling, pain a current, electric swirl in a boiling we hold.Whether we ask it or not we are all carried off. The one I love most carries my tongue in apot. Without me it says nothing to our common silence. Is sea. Hisses out. 68 ...

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