PART THREE
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I see you with my mind.
You are a swarm
Of dust,
A storm
Of timeless atoms blowing where they must,
From kind to crumbling kind.
I see you with my hands.
You are the earth.
The frame,
The girth,
Of all that is and is always the same,
And through all ruin stands.
I see you with my eyes.
You are my love,
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