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The earth of Lydia holds Amyntor, Philip's son; he gained many things in iron battle.
No sickness led him to the house of night; he died, holding his round shield before his friend.
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That first time, twinkling
party lights looped the first
crowd – the one I heard
like Thom Yorke, like beats
are words breathing
down my neck.
The door opened for you.
You hovered so close –
so close because you liked
my neck, the way the chain
fell around it, the spangle
balancing like a pendulum.
The way you darted when
I came downstairs with
the tall one I didn’t know,
an......
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