
a frayed shirt hangs still in the window thought I had forgotten that moment from yesterday a silhouette of oak climbs up the glass frame of a moonlit eye a color so shallow jumps out of the pane yet so deep it leaps back behind the space it fills with its strange delight and a feeling of something unknown imposes its brief order like a small bite then slips its dark tail back into the night
Dark and delicious….
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