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May 2015
I
disappeared yesterday
with a basket of lemons
and an empty flask
of wine.

She
promised it would
never happen again;
and filled my hands.

They
faltered under my gun--
their large ears,
eyes,
mouth twitched;
I saw red.

You
ignored
my scarlet
hood.

He
is gone,
but I remain.
A rough-draft of my English Extension complex transformation poem. :D
Aria of Midnight
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Aria of Midnight
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