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For that friend we walked inside of the night sea shedding our skins— The Shirt The shirt was going to be red: he had to have this shirt—no other— to stay alive, in prison. We were setting about to cut, and sew, but the cotton, they said, was sacred —we had to fold it and give it back to them. Then, even though you’re so much lighter, and it was white, you gave him yours . . . One Foot in the Dark People forget Don’t forget me You the only white head in the crowd of young men live oaks waiting to be let out of the Visiting Area. A weed green A weed green with a black shadow village under it 28 door in the mountain ...

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