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because my mad moment outline of your magician hands is hasty and
i cannot write your quick, pretty teeth that flick in and out of words that
i can hardly focus on, anymore. because i have no record of how sharp
that thin deep cleft next to your mouth is, and did you have a scar next to
your eyebrow or didn't you? didn't you or did you? because my aim is
true but my memory it misses, be my friend. i have neither interest nor
business in remembering you in precipitate poetry or fleet photographs.
(so be my friend, because something will go soon can you feel it ?
, and anyways i'd rather be Know than Re-miss, because i miss enough as it is.)
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