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Apr 2011
I look up through burning gleams
at an opened window.
The rippling curtains
wave to me,
begging my attention.

I hear stifled screams.

A woman closes the window.
The hazy curtains stand still and
separated.
The woman stands still and
separated.

A man passes
in and out of the newly paned frame
And then a child.
And then a fist.
Tiffany Norman
Written by
Tiffany Norman  Houston, TX
(Houston, TX)   
882
   noa marc, TheJulius and mike dm
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