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swelling lukewarm; her mouth is water,
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Wrong to think of them as vessels
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The darkness has made me smaller, it’s true.
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And I wasn’t elated or frightened,
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the horned branches that lean
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the man who laughs at his first breath
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coursing, & the sun is
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the thousand blinding coins of it spilling
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(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens,
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that is a made place, created by light