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Nov 2021
They were outside time,
                                 her mouth was abstract,
                                                        What had been,
                                                            was now his experience of lipstick and salt,
                                                    Beyond the present,
                               they were strangers at last,
                                                     Her eyes fixed on his,
                                   the impersonal dropped away,
                                                     There was stillness.
Erasure Poem created from Atonement by Ian McEwan.
Written by
OpalEve  19/F/UK
(19/F/UK)   
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