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I am speaking in desire's useless language
Letting it flow through me like warm water
Like cool electricity
How else to speak of that which can
never be grasped
never be shared
never be taken
But let me try to touch
Even though it dies as I reach
Even though the page cuts
Even though the images
bring me back
to my own mythology
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