Lashes
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Mark R Slaughter
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The black run of lashes
Bats
Brushes the air
Betrays another tale
Closing the tear -
Dry-lined white
Reddening in the eye
Deadens mind -
One wonders
The arm-leg order loosens;
She falls
Chair-bound
Inside the deaf room
Her dress dies on their behalf;
It's all dead now
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