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Aug 2014
I see my reflection
she grasps my hands.
The water ***** deeper:
drags me down.

I go under.

The world is a distorted chasm
  surrounded by shadows
  creeping around
    every
     corner.

Roads slide into the night
  with no light.

Gardens decorated with
false fiery bulbs.

Curtains camouflage the windows:
chimney lights up
loud load.

Red handed.
They blow out.
Kimberley Leiser
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