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Oct 2014
the city lights
press their wings
against the glass,
watercolored
by raindrops.

her walls a profusion
of coral rich
carnations getting lost
in them remembering
how the curtains held her.

in the heat of it all,
the flowers begin
to peel themselves
off the wallpaper,
suspend themselves
over us in midair,
coming to life,
falling in slow motion.
Martin Prado
Written by
Martin Prado  Bellingham
(Bellingham)   
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