“This Brush That Once You Held”

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THIS BRUSH THAT ONCE YOU HELD
By PoeticMeditation

This brush that once you held,
No longer shall you hold again,
Smoothing your curls into satin tresses,
For from existence now forever gone,
Mere shadow of your presence left behind.
This brush that now remains behind, I hold so dear,
For in this hand I hold
That which your living hand once held.

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About poeticmeditations

A 19th-century romantic poet trying to get by in the 21st-century.
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