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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Research >> ID #917643  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
a letter to myself
old mistakes and new chances. the past always leaves traces
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A new sheet. The last.
The brilliant white shouts innocence
but it is about to be spoiled
by the rise and fall of my pen.

I start slowly,piercing the innocence with my nib,
ink spilling slowly from the wound.
I wait for it to heal, to clot over. Then blot it out.

No one knows
apart from the faint scars,
mere traces of the history that befell it.

A new sheet. The last.
It is not spoiled.
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