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“how at night she wrote in her leather books that no one came. Surely I remember the hooks of her fingers curled on mine, and forgot us anyhow; visiting the pulp of her kiss, bending to repeat each favor, forcing love to last. Now she is always dead and the leather books are mine…I think I hear it call to me below but no one came no one came.”

Sexton hitting rn.