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The Sunset Bleeds The Night
dmartin

The rusted metal on the heating vent,
 1
curdled paint from a leaking rooftop,
 2
and a bookshelf full of broken bindings.
 3
These walls have not seen daylight,
 4
and the floor has some wear
 5
from the fourteen days of pacing.
 6
 
 
And when those two weeks of waiting ended,
 7
he never sent a letter or called to apologize.
 8
Mirrors said she'd aged so many years.
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So she found the sharpest brush,
 10
and opened the blinds
 11
to paint her anger on the sunset.
 12

17 Jan 05


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Lines 10-12 take my breath away. You have an amazing, unique way with words, and it makes me sick with jealousy.
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