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May
13, 1978
Soon, I will enter
through the portals of a soft-spoken
woman.
Someone whose love will carry me farther
than the strongest of arms.
To a man whose smile shall choke me.
I will inherit his hands
but they aren't quite warm enough
for the both of us.
Nobody notices that I am terrified
as I'm pulled headfirst into their perforated bliss,
and she will photograph me like this,
like this, and like
this.
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