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November 5th, 2005 @ 1:45PM
And sometimes I would catch her off guard
A first snowfall, a loose button
Something needling at her memory
Never forgiven she said, only forgotten
I was in awe of this, an old repartee
Heard many times
Over and over, like a washing spree
Wet and dry, dried and soiled
And still the broken stones that hid her eyes
Were built
And built again, again, like walls...
A poem that came to me this morning
User Comments
 Firefly
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Date: November 5, 2005 @ 2:19 PM
jesus. this is beautiful Hatsy.really. you're so talented.
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FraDonaghy
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Date: November 5, 2005 @ 2:51 PM
Some powerful words here Maria  Particularly liked the "never forgiven, just forgotten" line. How true. 
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thought-fox
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Date: November 5, 2005 @ 3:22 PM
Great stuff Maria. It feels like a fond memory of a mother or grandmother, yet it's tragic too because she's hiding her sorrow behind those walls. I like your word play in wet and dry, dried and soiled and my favourite image is the loose button. You are a truly talented lady.
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 AbortiveMind
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Date: November 5, 2005 @ 4:29 PM
Now that's deep You're awesome
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Notary04
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Date: November 5, 2005 @ 6:49 PM
Not bad by half. Sounds like there's not enough honesty in that relationship. Stone walls are a real b*.
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 strum
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Date: November 5, 2005 @ 10:53 PM
just came to you one morning?
god damn, i'd take a whole week to come up with how much u got there
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