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Claire ww5 December 2012

I touched all your stones but
the bright one, still red one

I reach for your silence, grasping
each nothing and rippling pause

I keep you, not captive, far from
charade and serene masquerade

I define desolation, imaginary
lines in the absence of tears

I will not cry or shout loud
though your whisper still lingers

I, troubadour, must trust to my
words, though they fail, each day
still acute to the stillness of loss


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