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Before anything else, you said, but I guess the meaning was lost in the colloquialism, distorted in the evolution of language, because Before seemed to mean after, the back of a queue, An endless loading screen, a screensaver, I didn’t come before, but instead in between, When there was empty time and blank spaces to fill, Then you called on me and whispered in my ear “before anything else.”

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