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3 hours agoPoem: Love Letter from Photograph 51'
I am the image, that final clue.I know only this lab, where light can simmer for days,coaxing shadows to slowly definethe tiny drop you tip so carefully onto the end of a twisted paperclip. The lab, and you, squinting into the lensof a machine you developedhydrogen gas pumped through a salt solution on the fulcrum between question and discovery.
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