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I never
mentioned her
name, never
loss, never
sorrow, one
note after
another,
each sequent
word nothing
but praise of
him memo-
rialized,
and when her
body
finished its
psychosis,
its shimmer
almost in-
to flesh, then
windward back,
I recol-
lected first
the flames that
warmed the room,
his feet on
the brazier,
then only
the shadows
passing on
the surface
of his eyes,
as though one
emotion
struggled with
another,
not for its
primacy,
but simply
to persist.
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