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A Whiff of Dusk

These are the darkest days
Shivers of yesteryears
Unfathomed curls of red dreams
Shades of eyes peering

These are the darkest days
Laughter from a clown’s face
Spigots plugged up your …
Shades of remorse flapping

These are the darkest days
We jig and I say no thing
We hug and a Jay waves
Shared blessings bouncing

These are the darkest days
Black on grey in humble rain
Foulest smell of droppings
Beneath eyes of dusk — wanting
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