I'll return for you,
word for word, what you said - and you make
it mean something
new each time,
like a magic trick.
From an altered priest
turning water to wine
to fine allegory, and I know
what you mean. What you say, just
so. So precise, so exact, without
shade or spin. Every time, word for word -
I return them to you, and you tell
me what else you had slipped
right in
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