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Jan 2013
Searching the attic
boxes unfold
as homes parish

An addict thrives
in times of content

As she poses
light captures through
one glass eye

a dark cell
an over exposed memory

a broken man’s watch
predicts turns fine

a fixation on the destination
defines troubled times
once left behind
Written by
W Taylor
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