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Lily Shadows

Daylight slices
Grass to blades

It passes away as
Lily shadows wilt to gray;

The hills are
Filled with graves

They sway under night
Like sharks in waves

Their moonlit teeth
Have come to graze

On a waft of frost
Where the leaf decays

I strike a match

Eyelashes detach
From cheeks;
I see the leaks
Impossible to patch

And I ask the night
Why it speaks

It answers
Docile and still

Like a predator
Cooing the prey
It will kill

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