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    You are ter of t cousin.

    Ser;

    cook, your blood is quick as the soil.

    Everyth.

    Your eyes go out toer, and the waves rise;

    your  to the seeds swell;

    you knoer and th,

    conjoined in you like a formula for clay.

    Naiad: cut your body into turquoise pieces,

    ted in tchen.

    t lives.

    And so at last, you sleep, in the circle of my arms

    t pus you can rest--

    vegetables, seaweed, he foam of your dreams.

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