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Feb 2014
When evening's
long shadows come shooting
swift as arrows piercing stars, darkening this world
leaving gold amber hills in underworlds, far until tomorrow.

How can we know the difference, but for light of day
and if the sun does not come, how long would
such a strange night be?
CA Guilfoyle
Written by
CA Guilfoyle  F/Tucson, AZ
(F/Tucson, AZ)   
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