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Mar 2012
I waited for them with my hair *******,
with a necklace on and my lips red.

I saw their chairs
and all the places that were set.

I had pearls in my ears,
I had lace upon my dress.

I watched the ice melt
and the bread as it went stale.

I had kohl around my eyes,
I had bracelets on my wrist.

And I saw the wax burn down
until the wick blew out.

I had tears upon my cheeks
I had a stinging in my nose,

and I watched as the milk turned sour,
and the meat as it went cold

I had perfume on my neck
with a stench that filled the air.

And I felt the sun rise on my back,
and the moon confront it again.
Jessica Fowler
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