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I feel I've known you
for eons on end and yet
I know so little.
All of my life's been
a regime of rigid work,
work, but not just work,
hard work in order
to work even harder to
no distinct end but
this crucial moment
of real sight: through eyes unshut
I now see your skin's
smooth paper, clean, a
delicacy unsullied
for my fingers to
grasp, a luscious new
territory for my armies
of words to conquer.
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