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Brick dust
August 10, 2015
Red, like the colour of love and blood.
Red, like the colour of tranquility.
You were brick dust that made me
and crumbled imperceptibly,
blowing away like so many insignificant atoms.
The zephyr was me, and borne on my cruel wings
you fled.
You salvaged your soul,
leaving me with dusty dreams.
Now I lie in wait for your sunset breeze
in this hole that I call my home.
Your twisted smile will be
my lasting legacy.
© Robyn R., Middleton, WI
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