Untitled #35

Perhaps I think twilight

is the ugliest time of them all

A blue purple haze that

conceals the truth and

smudges your memory

Not everything is as good

as it once seemed

But now that God has

painted the sky

ink black

A flashlight dances in

my memory reminds

me

of what the blue purple haze made me forget

that my hand in yours 

at twilight 

was not love, but

fear.

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very nicely written.