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Dec 2010
When Marilyn said
to Norma Jean:
"You have to go
out of your way

to save me",
she spoke
from a place beyond
all those years.

As cars rolled by,
the shut window's
distant mirror-eye,
they saw themselves,

in flashes, move about,
like faces
of sorrow and joy
changing places.

And the motel-sign said: vacant.
Written by
Andreas Andersson
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