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geometry

When you sit over there,

Any there, all wheres,

I start to measure out  the angles,

the distance from you to me

first sharp , now smudged  between us,

Wanting only the courage to

throw away my protractor,

convention

and in finding you,

uncover me.

In marble in the Rodin 

 

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