Evening Window
by Vincent Canizaro
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light crept softly
through that evening window
you whispered
that it was better to be alive
than in a poem
hanging from a branch
it was then
the moon was brightest,
silver
through those weathered panes
lined the hardwood floor
in that silent bedroom
there was no part of you
I left untouched
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