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Silent Intermissions
Up again at that fragile time when the morning eats the night,
memories of you stain like dew on my mental grass,
open window and empty glass.
Leave me easy like the departing pigeons,
drift away like loose perfume on the autumn wind,
the sun doesn’t need an excuse to sleep in,
and this film doesn’t need your intermission.
Copyright ©
Zack Tesla
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