Between us, love the buses at the doorthe long glass street two years, my death to yoursmy death upon your lipsmy face becoming glassstrong challenged time making me win immortalthe love a mirror of our valleyour street our river a deadly glass to hold.Now they are feeding me in to a steel mill furnaceO love the stream of glass a stream of living fire.
-Muriel Rukeyser
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