October 12, 2011
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It is a memory,
Of a soft hand pulling across her cheek,
Dragging daylight to her lips.
The gentle sun lifts her chin,
And she looks up into his eyes.

It was three years ago,
And the sunlight tasted so different.
She replaced his face with prismatic colors:
Reflections in an imaginary eye.

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