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Echo
If ever I am mentioned, only after
your name. Postscript. Sad
phantom of a phantom girl. The way they tell it,
I am the shadow which hounds
your brightness, the tether
of shade at your heel. But
I too have a name, my own
story. A corporeal life and need
which precedes you. I was here
in the meadow before you. Before
you entered, I was here
at the center, crushed
flowers under my feet. 
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