Veiled, though sunlight pervades
to dance in eking, dusted
paisley patterns

some withdraw, in anguish
like
a vampire
they
cringe

there is a drought within

their soul, is
a stretch of desert road
nearly erased

depression can be
four walls with cloth shutters
that might as well be
granite ramparts

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