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If something seems too difficult to achieve,
it is probably worth doing.
Smouldering
she let me in
behind the dress of disguise,
to look out from her eyes
and I could
see me as she saw me,
in that infancy of
age.
My backyard has become a graveyard of tears, headstones marked by my old smoking cigaret butts
Mornings and evenings  .  .  .
Numberless eyes close— open,
  .  .  .  Flashes of magic.
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