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Beloved tools unstirred They are strangers Brushes, pencils, pens Erased from my picture Daily I glance at them and mutter 'When I have time - another year Perhaps another life.' Where did time go? Drawn away with my breaths? My heart rigid in a pencil box My soul embalmed in oils My body dried like tempura Smiling weakly like a Madonna without a Child.
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