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to love First Stanza: with centuries of
our rev(er/is)ionings. >>>
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Read to love Second
Stanza: How much of this love is surveillance? How much is bandwidth? >>>
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to love Third
Stanza: Have you come to leave again, to steal my lunch? >>>
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to love Fourth
Stanza: on reality and my lover and I are tangled up in it >>>
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to love Fifth
Stanza: It was a word for the piercing words. >>>
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to love Seventh
Stanza: I once wrote read to love. I wrote it with a needle in clay
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to love Eighth
Stanza: because despite all the hours of customization >>>
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Ninth
Stanza: It’s big and heavy and scraping toward me. I can feel >>>
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to love Tenth
Stanza: this heart, crashed and corrupted, ransomed, riddled >>>
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Stanza: like warm blood on indifferent floorboards >>>
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There is no pride in it,
so many pages in, like a matra word
that has disappeared into the head