patroclus

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i hear my love,


young,

loud,

faint to judge.


i hear the young man's heart through my ears

it is me.

and his mouth is pouring but i hear hers

it wrenches me.


i am bitter

angry.

i lose my breath.


my death,

the puzzle of puzzles,

what we call being.

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