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Someone knew once
but we've forgotten
who and on what
street, which now-
emptied town.
Brittle-film bodies
waver or coalesce
into shuddering
tree rings, some
record of what we've
weathered. You call and
I pick up the phone,
I answer; you say
my name, say it's me.
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