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Feb 2015
A luminous glow
                from
screens    fire        candle light
     allows the      masquerade
to continue
well           past midnight
        every
night
complacent
     the red chair
you
over                                          there
ton­gue(mine)silent
         belies the storm
                    raging
                              in­side
Any present moment
Written by
Any present moment
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