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Before she even
stood up she
knew how she
was going to
approach it
she'd look on
it as an anomaly
a parenthesis
within her life
a tiny lacuna
of despair because
even while she'd
been weeping even
while she'd been
sitting there gasping
for breath she realized
that it meant nothing
that it could not undo
anything could not
even alter how she
felt about it anything
that would poison
life she knew had to
be controlled disciplined
compartmentalized she
left everything as it
was even the throwing
of it away she didn't feel
like doing that just yet.
copyright 2004
R. Paul
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