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i am a blank face with nothing to answer in a dull afternoon with a boy who wants, boy who would hunger forever, boy believer, caught in the fullness of the sky like wonder of a moment, a surge of prayer, momentum and then a snap of you—a subtle amalgamation into the being, possessing, out of sight but yearning, full of life. darling, must you bring back the life in me. 

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