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the hour before dawn
a still point
in a turning world
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library reading rooms
empty at night
enchanted forest
***
the child
lived to the tick
of a different clock
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old
sepia photograph
drained of life
***
ivy cloaked statues
waiting
patiently
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your foot steps and mine
just my footprints in the sand
your warmth besides me
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so many names, so many layers
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whispering her name, the wind
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she lived
as a ghost
nothing connected
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heard within poetry, silence
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she saw
with different eyes
remembered
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in her cloak of blue
she melted
into the bluebell woods
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globe
of the world
a pencil sharpener inside
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tree branches
holding stars
up in the sky
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haloes
in the mists
street lamps
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the spitfire
dusty in the museum
yet echoes remained
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night sky
dark blue velvet
quilted with glittering stars
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intrusive moon
all night
peaks through the curtains
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where does thought end, she wondered
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