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In the valley of mirrors

I think Ptolemy

was fond of me

and I,

a Pharisee

from some distant

geography

travelled willingly

to give gifts to the

ancient Greek.

In Alexandria,

she

beside the fallen arches

where the goddesses held

once a court

it's the forgotten and

the infamous

that let me pass

away.

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john-edward-smallshaw

70 / English

Published: Feb 23, 2017
LinesWords: 1849

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