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From the fear of being forgotten, deliver me.
That I may have courage, grant me the grace to desire it.
A young woman lies on the trolley,
feet strapped in lithotomy position.
I smile at her. Her eyes are two locked green doors —
she has shut herself out and is standing behind me.
An angel-scavenger lies at her breast, suckles
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