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DANCE OF LOVE I couldn't touch the dancers' radiance with words though I spoke along beside them the ring of lights is always a cave where the mind is confined and the body pants there we set memory down to weigh it faces compared to faces that hadn't been freed over the top of them I wanted to make a sentence then if it stood I wouldn't have to remain my breathing makes a noise in the woods this last belongs elsewhere and I haven't given up
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