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missiles streak the blue

silent, faint at this remove

plunge into the east

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162

once a flame burned bright

now cold ash is all that's left

light so soon snuffed out

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Limited to single syllable words only

161

Distant, empty streets

Walking home, the sky lightens

Squinting, stumble-tired

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layered sunset clouds

the closed book's pages smoulder

a fierce orange-red

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a pale hand grips mine

slowly spreading numbness signals

an unwanted guest

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wildly shaking trees
twisting trunks, thrashing branches
storm sky glows grey-white


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I'm on the bus home

Western sky still showing blue

Winter's hand withdraws

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Westerly blusters

Thinning out the clouds along

The edge of the storm


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On the opaque sky,

pale blue to bright, backlit grey,

diamond points cut paths


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