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ever after

ever after she held onto that image or to something I barely understood but felt I had somehow created

ever after she invented me and I stumbled not knowing the part

when I broke away the ever after continued treadmilling somewhere inside me I could feel it squeak

even so I went on creating other lives more squeaks side by side

from Where we live — Bill Eberle

2005     © 2012, Bill Eberle