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The flies are quick
to the dead and dying,
hovering close to the draft
of one more shallow breath…
Day becomes dusk…
dusk becomes night,
and night fights off the dawn…
to retain a little piece of darkness..
cleverly hidden..
in a dusty corner…
of lights seemingly, friendly face…
A beautiful tapestry it becomes…
Woven into
the gentle contortions…
of what we call..
normal..
life..
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David L. Whitman 12/21/2012 at twilight time
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Thank you Mr. Jueseppi!!
Well written David.
Thank you thank you Kim:)
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