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Feb 2013
The thick dryness of grass stalks
and shadow thickets - Broken
bodies of darkness through the sun
as the day's last hour slowly decreases.

The opening of a door.
Bone hinges as bright as the first hour
swing open
                 then shut;
Like Venus fly trap
picking us off
                 one by one.
Laniatus
Written by
Laniatus  Norfolk
(Norfolk)   
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