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  • I've held the hand
    of someone I loved who didn't love me.

    I can still feel the force
    of obligation ruining the air between us.
    A big gulping draw of life.

    I have no interest
    in beginning again. Love, love unto death.
    The heart can beat with no blood now,

    while smell
    goes right to the brain stopping nowhere
    to ask permission.
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