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Momento Mori
“Chin
down
slightly,
head towards finger, keep going, keep going, there – stop.
Eyes to me.”
Sequestered devotion to bemused muse.
She stares back digressive, dictated expression.
Seeing now not the man, but the Brady stand.
© Katypoetess 2015
Sunday 10th May 2015 8:58 pm
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