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taking in the storm,
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And the walls collide, Mona cries
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which refuses to accept
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This meant that
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Into the ecstatic void—
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swelling lukewarm; her mouth is water,
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Wrong to think of them as vessels
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The darkness has made me smaller, it’s true.
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And I wasn’t elated or frightened,
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the horned branches that lean