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The Time Before |
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Slowly I walk
from that dark and dreary house
into a world buzzing
with shapes and sounds
passing me by now
unfocused.
I wander aimlessly
haunted by angry curses,
and the throb at the back of my head
constantly reminding me
of your terrible power.
I walk further,
I walk faster,
trying to escape the confusion
of where it began
and where it ends.
For instance I remember,
your strong arms lifting me toward you
for a peck on the cheek
or a smile.
They were the same big arms
holding me high in the air
when I was too small to reach
that plump, ripe mango
dangling over the neighbours fence.
They feel like strange half-dreams. And I tell myself
that this couldn't have been me.
No.
It was some other girl,
dumber, happier, who didn't know
that such greif or sadness
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