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| Stairway at 48 Rue de Lille Paris - Edward Hopper |
all the memories and
folded you away
boxed the frames—
the silver and wood ones—
of our smiling faces
Faces that give me pain,
mostly because I am
selfish with my love,
my give-and-take
I always thought—
the increasing years
would matter, but
instead we grow
individually, never together
In my dark time, my dark mood,
I feel little hope—all
I feel is a grim
determination not to give
anymore
Written: 9/24/10
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