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The sunlight lies across the floor,
castingsquares and dimensions of light
A storm of light floods throughmy window
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From a series of poems I am writing called "Poems about Emptiness"
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The cinder of the sunThe sun isan ember,glowing orange and lowin the skyIt is a burning cinder, like incense with a trail of smoke rising up off of it..
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