Cheryl Snell DUSK There‟s the daylight in ruins, and you here willing to be ruined too, willing night to crawl across a city full of men wanting to ruin you. Here comes one now, ripe with appetite and impulse, without a clue of what it will take to pull you out of these details drowning in orange and blue, and into his own picture— but you‟re clear on that too, transparent with buttercup hope that this time will be different, that this one will know how to see you.
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