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Mar 2011
1

Time did not exist
under the cleaved
marrow of moon
while you sighed
away the hours

2

Sometimes when he looked
at you you felt the weight
of your suffering reflected
in his fossilized eyes

3

He opened his heart
without giving it away
and how startled you were
by the coldness you found there

4

Often you felt
like little more
than the afterthought
of a peppermint

5

Like the leaves you were unaware
of your transience you could not see
the end the fluttering then the limpness

6

In history you are always viewed
through the lens of your mistakes.
Alexandra Carlyle
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Alexandra Carlyle
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