Monday, February 7, 2011

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It’s time to return to that pedestal, where you still cling –
gripping, long-fingered, to the edges of my affection and smudging grey
shadows in the sunless white room. I throw open the blinds and turn to be rid of you
but scrape, graze and sever, it’s all in vain agony, to wretch you from the plinth
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Jacqueline Marcel Hawthorn
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