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Sep 2013
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curtains lay adrift
in the thickening
evening air
betraying
dimmed light
bleeding in
from the window

pillow slipped
toward the bed
--in stillness now--
against my
ached hands
which came away
looking red
in dying
sunlight
Written by
Craig Verlin  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
657
   Nat Lipstadt
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