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Pillar to pillar
F.R. Toscano
There is no salt or sand between us -
Just cadence free words,
Haunted by a past that never was.
You tell me you love me but
Not like before:
You said we were something that
Should have died at birth.
You slit your wrists for me,
But I could be wrong because
I no longer remember if
The note I found was written
In your hand or mine.
I don’t think it matters;
We’re strangers now,
Names withheld,
Faces turned to dust.
The world only stopped once and
That was more than it owed us.
(9 June 2008)
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"The most well founded opinions, the most harmonious philosophic systems have always seemed precarious: Contradictory remarks made by others seem to me just as valid." - Francis Ponge (translated by Beth Archer)
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Random musings (or faking it)
