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each of us
with our own agency
aching

don't you recognize
the catastrophe
this will be

I want
and long
and lack
and ache

and never
enough

still you
torture me
 
with your
own brand
of sympathy
 
all the time
that we find
will not suffice

we'll agonize
in insufficiency
don't you see

       me
save me
sink me
willingly

into all
you are

wanting more
than all you have
to give

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