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agilisi
her quiet eyes
in my mirror

 

 

“this above all: to thine own self be true”
(Hamlet)
 
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father’s day

all those sundays echo
in this empty house

 

 

“Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it; he died as one that had been studied
in his death to throw away the dearest thing he owed, as ‘t were a careless trifle.”
(Macbeth)
 

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