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Evening pain
Rain pouring on the roof,
Sheathe thy soul.
A heavy ruby spirit,
Drenched with biting cold.
Quarters and hours,
Struck by the bell.
Time was scant,
Damp frail fell.
In a pot of tea,
Leafs dangled.
Ruffled my temper,
Thoughts entangled.
Bestow the honour,
Lights switched off.
Bars of rotten bones,
Echoing a strumming song.
S.L
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