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56 B lue A ir For Mark You lie on sheets between pale yellow air and some other place. I have kissed you, I have threaded your life with mine, held your wife’s hands, washed your son’s face. We never believed it would end with your sweet handsome face fallen away into the pillow, your last smiles sucked out of you. We are left with your skin and bones and the faintest bit of you, pushing through your lungs, in and out. ...

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