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the removal of a solid body, entirely, from its daily place
the impossibility of forgetting its shape then, of ever remembering. the abrupt flushing of life from eyes and warmth from touch, the strangeness of brand new absence and the ache where what was must surely still be. whatever refills your flesh forgets itself as I can't and does no justice to its past.
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