Lashes

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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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