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dark.

dark.

dark.

she went one hundred times brighter
aching cold her frozen daughter
a bust from the floor
across the middle world
broken glass hands
burns blood a fly meeting
inside a circling
cages sing birds echoes
flooding fetch bruises
silt amp a shoulder
tears shine a moment to hide
lurk a breath of dust
flighting a moon shake
mares crease the grass
a point of view screaming
arms string the sadist
birthing frothy lit heat
she opens the back door
lets the light in from yesterday again
and cries in the dark.

(C)2011 Christopher Vaughn

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