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Apology

Claudia Keelan
To know nothing     of living things

       Those that exist often

Beside us              Hello, she says

       & does it hear, do you?

Days, nights, watching a stranger's heart

       Stumble against his skin

It wants out, and the body

       Is a flesh dress he'll take off

Only once, at the last

       Hello, she says

Our heart is on exhibit

       Walk around our common institute 

Of higher learning

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