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  • The clouds bleach the blue from her horizon
    as she polishes the hours waiting for both life and death.
    She feels mislaid, beyond rescue,
    wonders when she reached all of her destinations,
    made all of her choices.
    After all, she’s never played the mandolin,
    been reckless with her smiles,
    made an outrageous exit or a great admission.
    She’s always lived in the crisp black and white of a righteous life,
    patiently waiting for the color-splashed promise of tomorrow

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