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there are very few

human beings in our lifetime

that we will truly

know

whose heartbeats and breaths

we will match rhythms to

whose lines on the palms of their hands

we will memorize and trace back

like an old map

whose sleeping form

creates a permanent crevasse

in our lying body

accustomed to their every bend and bone

whose eyes we call home

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