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      <title>For Ella*... An Epilouge of sorts...</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;August 2010 to April 2011&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Word for word,
We beat the love
Out of each other *&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Like hammer -
Blows crack rock,
And water-
Wears granite
Smooth-
Day by day,
Our rage poisons-
Everything.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Memory is -
A wound kept raw; closure is
An uncertain salve.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The End. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt; *Line shamelessly purloined from &lt;a href=&#34;http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/180592&#34;&gt;Yousef Komunyakaa&amp;rsquo;s Once the Dream Begins&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Questions..... For *Ella</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&#34;https://archive.rustgeek.me/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/ella1.jpg&#34;&gt;&lt;img alt=&#34;ella&#34; loading=&#34;lazy&#34; src=&#34;https://archive.rustgeek.me/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/ella1.jpg&#34;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Do misty eyes mean
Pain festering deep
Lean souls starved -
Hope blithely crushed
And purloined?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Do memories mean
Wounds left raw, rubbed sore,
Chafed red - careless promises
Blown away like ripples on a lake
by a belligerent hurricane?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Do clasped hands hide scars
And wry smiles hide gloom&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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