50,000

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Many thousands of words ago

I followed you

uncomplainingly

trusting you’d lead me somewhere

cruel and exact

me

eager for even the briefest flashes of splendor

three words strung perfectly together

evoking

 

The dark woods

and darker heart

my tin man

lacking and hollow

 

As being lost

is the finest part

I give everything over

 

 

November 2012

Julie Ayers

 

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