Agnes

January 8, 2012
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The binding, blinding darkness,
Spills upon the ground,
And suffocates the midnight sun.
His ivory cane reaching forever;
The pale, dotted street lamp;
Ants scatter.
The suit steps out from bricks,
Down the sidewalk.





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