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Time Rewinds

The tape
rewinds:
splinters
of glass fuse,
steel
unbuckles,
blood
sucked back
into skin,
his grimace
relaxes,
the car
reverses

curves
round corners,
turns into
the drive,
he strides
backwards
to her
front door,
swivels
to her
parting kiss:
the tape
snaps

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