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anna akhmatova

i pray to the sunbeam from the window -
it is pale, thin, straight.
since morning i have been silent,
and my heart - is split.
the copper on my washstand
has turned green,
but the sunbeam plays on it
so charmingly.
how innocent it is, and simple,
in the evening calm,
but to me in this deserted temple
it's like a golden celebration,
and a consolation.

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matt hetherington

i will not remember
the hand that shut my mouth

i will not remember
the silence as if the clock was ticking backwards

i will not remember
the ice circling in the glass

i will not remember
the eyes that passed through mine

i will not remember
the bread & water & bones

i will not remember
the shining dark outside the window

i will not remember
the ladder that could have been toppled

i will not remember
how i wanted to eat my own eyeballs

i will not remember
the corner of my room where i couldn't hide

i will not remember
how i learned not to cry

i will not remember
what i have almost forgotten

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