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and if I died, middle night, no moon,


how quickly then would you forget me?


I have had to kill you one thousand times,


yet I grieve as all good widows do. 



would I look down from foreign clouds,


to see you with your freakshow hat,


worn askew in charming manner,


built up high to impress?


and if I died, my deceitful lover,


would the mirror tell you lies,


or placate conscience with new truths to tell?

 

I put your hat into a box,

simple and uncomplicated,


then buried you beside yourself,

and hoped the company would not offend.

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Trish Noble

Writer, Artist, Dreamer.

I design, write, and generally have fun

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Even if I suck at it.

I am a Jungian enthusiast and avid dreamer.

I have four cats.  They all think I'm crazy.

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