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Oct 2013
The fleeting moment when
Dusk conflates with the rising dawn
And all that was ever loud

Falls, to a million tiny pieces, at the feet of morning.
Her still quiet
Tears apart the knick-knack thoughts

That you had displayed
Like a dreamscape reflection,
Spread like ashes on the windowsill.

The wind breathes soft
On the back of your neck and behind your ears
Ghost kisses under the blanket of day.
Re-wrote this and am now much happier with it. ANY THOUGHTS PLEASE WOULD BE MUCH APPRECIATED!! XOXO
Lucia
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