Friday, January 25, 2008

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The Clementine fell into the incense dust
And I let it stay there as I peeled it.
It worked its way into the fruit
And I let it stay there as I ate
Because, like I realised re-reading your old diary,
There is no good nor bad
But only what never was
And what remains
For all time

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