Sunset Lane

November 14, 2008
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Street lights are sinister
Shadows turn to dust
long trek to home
silver blocks dance
all romance is gone.

flying, flying high
impact is welcoming
blood of a daughter
waltzes down Sunset Lane.

She Smiles.





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