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caught between skins,
flashes of lives unlived
cardshuffle flicker like
film on different reels
dancing like thin embers,
visions of an actor on screen--
I have known only two textures
in my time, of myself,
those being sacred and base:
out of place and out of mind,
blank-of-slate-- terrified I
spiral, a mapleseed in hail
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