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Last published Fri, May 15, 2020
I think I was searching for treasures or stones
in the clearest of pools
when your face...
when your face,
like the moon in a well
where I might wish...
might well wish
for the iced fire of your kiss;
only on water my lips, where your face...
where your face was reflected, lovely,
not really there when I turned
to look behind at the emptying air...
the emptying air.
"Echo" by Carol Ann Duffy
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