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Keskasay Kashira

This far, but no further:
we're gonna be alone from here on in.
The skreak and skritter and grackle gone,
I'm backsliding.

You are all my brothers, and you have been kind.
Even the body - ostensibly the prisoner of time
in its moment-to-moment growth and decline
could be recovered, but what were you expecting to find?

A meter maid? An …

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