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Now is the time for a hundred indecisions  Time for you And time for me To prepare the face we will meet   We sit back in silence watching Brilliance
A gnarled hand grabs my sleeve. Lightly, hesitantly, but desperately. I'm pulled to look; Forced to see what I've been avoiding.   A woman looks up at me, With ribs showing through the worn clothes
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