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A Quintile Of
Doublets
At Daybreak
Reflected in the
mirror, a round ball.
Through the east window nature's alarm call.
In View From My French Window
On the brown lawn,
yellowed leaves putrify
Temperatures die as daylight hours fly.
In The Deserted Streets
The sounds of
loneliness' ejected sigh
erupts from the ruts of nature's highway.
In The Study
Pages of diary scatter the
floor
Litter of secret hopes from heretofore.
Love Enters
Through The Eyes
When desires meet
and emotions convulse
Fixation unties the inner impulse.
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