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| You will not see my tears for dust circling
in wild clouds behind the car as i leave. Sunset spills last rites on fade of thought that summer�s heat would hold me here, torpid in your arms, unable to resist the haze of discord you had placed precisely here and there, already certain of my fall. Rearview masks your distant wounded pride from view, yet once the dust is settled new upon your shoes and empty heart, as sunset bleeds away to follow love, you will wonder if the crimson streaks across the sky are mine. |