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Libations can kill a man,

I have seen it happen.

Yet as I stand at my kitchen sink

pouring the wine

of my own skin

I realize that it is for this

that I have come here:

to smell this earth again,

my own scent,

and drown by way of heaven

back into my body,

never denying

this rapture

I know.

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