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Rivalry is a question
of place:
I want to live
with the sheets of paper
folded over my hips at night,
in the morning
sun; glint of dust
after dust, its marks
of pen
rubbed
on the underside
of my right hand.
The unveiling of authenticity;
the becoming covering identity.
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[italicized text borrowed from
Roland Barthes' A Lover's Discourse: Fragments]