I see you still
out of cornered eyes
up upon wicker chairs
light shining as sunrises will
through white blonde hair
smiles worn and seductive face
turned off center just so
Disappearing just as quick as you rose
with my second look- now a yellow chair
no longer used, bearing no thought save
how i must repair those splintered arms
a sunset in dying light.
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