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Jun 4
The wind-up
clock chimes

from the other
room. On the

wall, a painting
of a landscape

five-thousand
miles away.

The room
illuminated

by lamp-light,
as if it were

the middle of a
long dark night.
Michael Rudelich
Written by
Michael Rudelich  M/cave dweller
(M/cave dweller)   
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