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... sharp angles between you and I. Did I create you, all finite shades and easy lines? It was art, especially in and around the eyes. You were bold, and the way you said, "I want you," like a speech-bubble hanging in my eyes. And then there were the days you said "Goodbye," and you and you were like the crossing of the eyes. I would watch your blurred image walk off, but you were also curled up ...
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