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Thursday, October 24, 2013
Darkroom
Darkroom
The trees darken, and then,
oh, no more light today.
Heavy dictionary heaved shut.
Voice yelping, kitchen’s closed.
You are so tired that you feel the shadows
gnawing your face.
You are so tired that you dream
of being tired.
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