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Black

Blackening shards of heat-stained glass
leach blood-red ink from every pore.
Bone-white skies become clouded, murky,
as soot moths steer away from the moon.
Snapped photos fray and pass on
into the void of back-lighting and forgetful sighs.
Emptied waste bins of blank scripts and white-wash walls
fill the time of serene storms, ever
shifting ever finite.



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