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Lamplight
After I made it end this was always
what I came back to in the quiet:
The world dyed orange like the air
in the lamplight angled down,
and the car you know is blue
turned dull and brown, and our minds
left to wander in out of the rain
to watch. You having never before questioned
or understood the difference; the change
of colour to an orange- ( Read more... )
After I made it end this was always
what I came back to in the quiet:
The world dyed orange like the air
in the lamplight angled down,
and the car you know is blue
turned dull and brown, and our minds
left to wander in out of the rain
to watch. You having never before questioned
or understood the difference; the change
of colour to an orange- ( Read more... )
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Get this lady a publisher!
(also congratulate her on being the first blogger to post poetry that I don't wince at)
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