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Dec 2012
You stand in front of me,
Same as I remember in my dreams.
Same hands and skin
And scars I could easily map out
In the dark.
But there's a change-
Undetectable to the untrained eye,
Invisible to everyone but me.
And I know this change,
This subtle difference that
Makes me cringe and buckle
Under the weight of the rushing
Flood of my memories,
This change- swift and deliberate
As the turn of a page-
Is all my fault.
Emily Reardon
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