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| accidental self portrait |
She lay below language
in the heart of an immense city
but with the hand that moved
could press my own
and look me in the eye
and smile.
"She doesn't know you,"
the doctors said,
"Anything is possible,"
the nurses said,
"Don't listen to the nurses,"
the doctors said.
Just her and I
for her last sigh
I kissed her as she cooled
