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Eleanor I see her forever dressed in black and white, flat as a page from my mother's bible She has two by her side, one has her smile (one for love, two for joy) She is perfect in stillness, lips as straight as Sunday arms like unwrapped vines legs, baked brown and crossed (for luck?) nothing moves, but her eyes, they follow me like shadows, always calling me back look...look again look how I was left look before her car crosses the yellow line |
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