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It’s often all people want, urging a change: be like me, shaped in this image.
It’s as if, or so I’ve, at times, believed, a pleasure has its allotted limit, a finite portion of juice in each pistil.
It’s a privilege to have loved: with each loss, I’ve gained practice in the divine.
She wished upon God’s attested promises: the dead alive, a past repealed.
