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I never listened
to the secrets whispered
between your ever-vigilant trees;
And bloody legacies concealed
in four-hundred-year-old walls
were never mine
to be purchased.
But in my suitcase
between my Abercrombie shirts
and my designer jeans
I'm abducting a piece of your soul;
Because I trod your stoic ground
with the best of intentions
and I'm not leaving
empty-handed.
©1999 Elizabeth Hebert
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