' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Leaving Now The Past
D Dónall Dempsey
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Time bound
herein
scored upon
this flesh
the flash of white.
No silver
no gold
only the ghost
of a ring
haunting the finger
of the left hand.
Its presence
inherent in
(its...absence) .
Time branded
by this uncovering of flesh
(not seen since they wed)
blinding white
against the tan
holding his hand
within his hand
hiding
this mark of time
leaving now the past
...behind.
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