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I hope you get so much attention that you go blind
that you can’t see what you have
and are forced to lose it
I hope it continues not to matter
so that you are able to see how imperative it was
when it was
when it’s not no more
I hope for swells of music pulling at your loins
so that you can’t tell an apple from a pear
a tree in Eden from a promise not to
a diamond, from a piece of literal fecal matter on the street
                                                                     —my desire is worth less

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