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Claire's Poetry Corner | Mar 26

my dream about time Lucille Clifton

a woman unlike myself is running down the long hall of a lifeless house with too many windows which open on a world she has no language for, running and running until she reaches at last the one and only door which she pulls open to find each wall is faced with clocks and as she watches all of the clocks strike NO

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