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years staining from the inside out / all losses have lifetimes / we who are made mostly of distance / But, who can prepare you for the past? / we deal with a permanent voyage, the becoming of that which itself had become / you needed me first, and now I'm shaped like your thirst / Water, too, held me hostage. Your wounds, plural in my throat

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