Nine -- More work

The perspective has changed. There is again a threat of loss. You took away my most fearful weapon, my irony. And the you is no longer the you of the past. This you has become it, or at best her. You justified my life, and so are in focus now. Thus, I count backwards. You are \#10, yet to come. What I have to loose is simple. It is you.

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  1. A problem with counting
  2. Voice
  3. Annotations