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Apr 2014
art
she liked to weave his words into her thoughts
he liked to stitch her smile into his memories

golden sunlight afternoons turned to a silver-dusted visage
the ephemeral, interlaced with each spool of thread

tapestry can be unwoven, stitches can be unfastened
thoughts and memories, though, not so easily undone
Elizabeth
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