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88 – 89 – 90 – 91
Time does not exist.
It is a construct
To measure
And commodify.
That which can’t be held—
like silence,
or skin once touched.
Remind how long it’s been
Since she was seen.
Or heard the high laughter.
Or felt her fingers leave his.
In the golden glow
Of that winter day
A farewell tossed
thoughtless away
Before an audience.
And what a
Last performance
For them both.
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