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He read Mark Strand poems into my phone. Masculine firmness mouthing each word. Susurrus of certain phrases.
Listening, couplets tangled my hair. Stanzas vibrated my limbs. Entire poems enfolded my body.
A season of love in metred details.
In the Autumn, the elegy, and words peeled away, leaving me stunned in the silence.

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