III

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A loud honk brings me back from the dreadful memory.
I stare at my hands,
once again,
feeling the different contours and size.

This body is different.
It's stronger and faster.
Nothing like my old self.
It’s temporary.

I don’t mind it.

Because the heart within it is the same.
It beats for the same person.

Archer.

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