Man

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MAN | The vanity of that man is not also mine, she denies, laughing, and kisses her anyway. She reaches a hand to take one that is not her own but that is hers, or so she believes. If only she knew, if only there was nothing to know, if only the hand had never been hers, if only it would always be. Do you love me? she asks. Do you love autumn when the leaves fall in anticipation of being replaced? Do you love the moon when it leaves the sky because it loves its earth to be bathed in light?