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Memories drift as paper boats toward a shore.


Inside, a flickering candle shielded by waxy myelin,

An encoded insight hiding a lasting core.


Tonight, a pulpy armada comes riding in.


Let us study a single ship received this eve.


A lazy miasmic haze of a night interrupted

By the emergence of another’s need


A promise was given to repay for being disrupted


I selected my nurse’s mask selected from the roster

Chain-smoking and guarding you until you adjusted
to the aching emptiness at your altar

A remembrance of devoted discussion and confidences entrusted


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