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You will never read this
in a way that could make
any difference, but I’m telling
you anyway. There’s a song
that I played on continuous
repeat when I needed to
think the best of you
for a long time, and
it took a lot of
pretending

and then
the task was done
and I didn’t have to play
the song anymore, only
something in the time-
warped weave of the
Universe refuses
to give up

and so
I hear the song
in the damnedest
places, where there
shouldn’t even be
music, and I
smile as I quietly
move Eden outside.

~~~

© Elaine Stirling, 2014

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