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Colors Through The Window Of a Door

the absence of lamplight reveals the world behind

the usually covered french doors;

as the world becomes darker the sky glows purple

an eerie bruise

frozen into being.

streetlights and porchlights add their own interpretations

on how trees should be covered

and the pines, green in daylight

turn into purple, black, green and orange towers

hiding the hospital below

which shares their transformation with the light from the apartments

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brandon-webb
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Feb 21, 2013
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