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“You own your own burial plot, but you don't own your home,” he'd said, and I couldn't help but agree.
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Twice burned, it buries its graves.
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And as you try to read, he appears.
No, not in front of you, but somewhere
just behind your eyes. You hear the sound
at the end of an argument, just before
the kiss; you see a shirt fall to the ground
in late summer; you watch him read
as his mouth
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