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"
When you leave him,
it will not feel like crushing a light bulb
in your hand — more like slowly, so slowly,
removing glass from inside your palm.For years after him, you will let your heart
"
hang open like a soup kitchen. This is not
a bad thing, more a lesson in proportions.
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