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There Is No Cure
There is no cure
for what you feel
dreamt flashes
buried
locked
the silent killer
eclipse
lost keys
a disease
something grows
unlearning
by the hour
hopeful words
not wisdom
photographs leave
you breathless
butterflies mid flight
dissolve
and you’ve watered
but the beds don’t flower
the poison thief
face into the sun
to feel the warmth
paralysed by day
not a friend
but gently there
you are loved
Charlotte De Maria
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