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21 This is How Willing If grey speaks your eyes and black curls your hair if careful walks your feet and sore swells your lips If she (or she, or she) haunts you and pity breaks you and worry hobbles you and weakness cracks you If fear clatters your teeth and nightmares dream you if your tower crumbles and you live only one more day and never lift your hand again to shield the darkness from your gaze and only if your want reaches me and only if your wounds let me I will stand beside you in the black cold cave and let fireflies nest my hair. ...

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