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Backyard Swing

Creased dreams of blessed
archetypes. Rambling
like a smoke stack
in twilight. Adrienne
at the window, a faded
cell. Light bleeding
from transperent panes. Captured
for memories failure, yet
left to wain. Hell is made
from pictures that fade.

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