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Jun 2014
the sun has never risen,
and yet it has been light
since dawn.

as it sets, it begins to rain.
grey and blue.
lavender grows in the garden.

throughout dark,
records play in the corner,
and lights are focused
on artwork around the room.

people are dank, dark and *****
from working hours
grease and sweat.

they will sleep through this night, and the next,
naked, touched by the sun. entwined
and resting,

until the sun awakens.
For Anne and Anthony Stevens. You are honest people, and the village is left reeling.
H W Erellson
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H W Erellson
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