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Jul 2011
Every evening
The world is
Swathed
In a soft
Yellow curtain
Of subtle light
Just before sunset
It’s pretty
But I’m a bit
Saddened
When it comes
Because this
Yellow curtain
Is only falling
For a nighttime
Performance
Of blackness
Molly Pendleton
Written by
Molly Pendleton
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