Drawn Drapes

black sky
clay mask
feral rain
ask why
don't ask
then again

pale fingers
silent scent
night caress
light lingers
in the vent
of her dress

thought escapes
through the trees
secrets kept
draw the drapes
over seas
while we wept



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Written on 2015-01-04 at 19:34

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