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Pinwheel

 

So it descends.
The sadness settles,
a cloak I don't want
reminding me that without it
I'd be numb inside as out.


My memories flicker
in reverse
and I'm stuck
still
on the final months.


I can't see past,
back to better days.
A wall of clocks
couldn't tick the time
away fast enough.


I still wake at night,
escaping the yard time
when my mind
goes round and round
her last breath.





Written by Atakti
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