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The nail’s faint shadow holds a frame that’s gone, the keyhole breathes a blade of morning air. A mug-ring stains the table’s morning grain, an echo and a hinge-squeak walk the passage, bare. The keyhole breathes a blade of morning air, your name still floats where a dust beam sifts the light. An echo and a hinge-squeak walk the passage, bare, the skirting keeps a cold scuff from an old fight. Your name still floats where a dust beam sifts the light, boxes keep a weight they will not speak. The skirting keeps a cold scuff from an old fight, a wrapped up photo waits beneath its tape. Boxes keep a weight they will not speak, a mug-ring stains the table’s morning grain. A wrapped up photo waits beneath its tape— the nail’s faint shadow holds a frame that’s gone.
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