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Apr 2011
We did not always feel such insistent tugging
on the sleeve and so we did not remember
to cherish time until the moment had passed,
the memory marooned,
its breath grown short within
the parentheses of its existence.
Alexandra Carlyle
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Alexandra Carlyle
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