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As the light coming in from the dining room windows dwindles to something like smoke, and silence enve..

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dragged out of sight and down past the bend, past the shallow break of life and back to something els..

She steps between the sidewalk cracks and black railings to sit with her back to me. Canal boats float past grass..

You have stained me in your singular hue my eyes steeped in yellow my lungs in blue my senses seem..

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