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When I’ve talked to

you and spoken in

terms of trilogy.  You were

sticky like I’ve fallen

into your smooth layers of

leaves, autumn and

winter.  the lives of

tundras.  the tithes of

thunder.  the wives of

tinder.  We are the second

before you’ve known your

end, the love of duty, before the

trust of self.

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