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She calls me to present aloud the poem My knees are weak, my eyes are covered, still I shake away my fear and try to "om," a Taoist trick my best friend taught me well.
The man called "duo improv on stage and duet act in the wings" And I thought my heart had grew wings,  Just to fly straight up out of my chest And to flutter around the velvet curtains and glimmering table.
Look Look at her mouth At the thoughts that once filled that mind The after math of a death too early After all someone has to be the one to examine the bodies All I want I need 
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