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Doors open to sunset, the
last tomorrow-
do you need light to see?

And behind, darkness-
a burned out luminescent;
where is your reflection?

The crack in the doorway
lines with your feet
and you step forward

leaving an unmade bed
and yesterday's feeling in steps
toward an empty room.




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