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Thursday, June 19, 2014


by Marc Carver

My words gift death
to someone
who is ready to leave.
The damp fingers
snuff out the candle of light
small smoke now fills the room.
I can touch her still as she leaves
crosses the plain
as she goes
she becomes young again
and we are together
and there is no one else in the world
not at all..

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