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Poem	This disease has come back With frills and furbelows. You must give your whole life to poetry Only a few survive if that— Poems I mean, paper crumpled Shades of another water— Far springs are what you long for, Listening for the slow drip of chemicals Through a hole in your chest. If you were torn from me I could not bear what the earth had to offer. To be well again, what might that mean? The flowering plum sprung from late snow, Ratcheting trill in the blackberry bush Blood streaks, pluck and throb of mercy.
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