"The word in the ice in the glass of water.
The word in the stain that appears on a white dress in a dream of burning.
The word in the temperature dropping twenty degrees after the sun sets.
The word in the belly of the cat, a stranger, who comes to eat food outside the house.
The word in the sleeve of the old magician who inhabits every good story.
The word between the toes.
The word that runs along the border between countries.
The word that tastes of two things at once.
The word that sits in the wine as the wine grows older and older, darker and darker.
The word that is the color between the tongue and the mouth.
The word that apologizes to the dead flowers.
The word that opens the gate when I’m nowhere near the gate.
The word that remembers everything, all the time.
The word that turns my head so I miss the most important moment."
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The word in the stain that appears on a white dress in a dream of burning.
The word in the temperature dropping twenty degrees after the sun sets.
The word in the belly of the cat, a stranger, who comes to eat food outside the house.
The word in the sleeve of the old magician who inhabits every good story.
The word between the toes.
The word that runs along the border between countries.
The word that tastes of two things at once.
The word that sits in the wine as the wine grows older and older, darker and darker.
The word that is the color between the tongue and the mouth.
The word that apologizes to the dead flowers.
The word that opens the gate when I’m nowhere near the gate.
The word that remembers everything, all the time.
The word that turns my head so I miss the most important moment."
