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my back braille, [ I kneeled to read in dark ] do you see when light failed  how god has touched  my eye and what you wrote  me with both hands became illuminated. I palace, I remain, I never stay, I kill, I horror, I air to be in perfect uselessness I scattered limbs, when I name its secret in your ear] your name hesitates in my chest, my love...or your name] this room is warm/ because I have lived in it /swollen by corpse.























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