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May 2011
It arrived in silence.

The sound came after
the suffering,

after the pain had nested quietly
within the cold cage
of bone,

after the heart was brimming
with the burden
of you.

There could be no resolution
because the beginning
was broken

and so our story
could never

bloom.
Alexandra Carlyle
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Alexandra Carlyle
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   Andrew and RMatheson
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