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She rises from the soft
dream like scent of hope
to retrieve the stage of life
lost between the rage of a family
and unspoken lines
that would lead to the truth
buried at the ends if the earth
where an x marks the spot
the sea ahead demolished the wood
well a raft drifts reticently
above and below
a heaven and a hell

~make.me.a.memory.~