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Dust Devil



9:17 pm

Congress Street

Slowly, creeping, turn the corner. 

Shattered glass

sighs like passion grieved.

Curled fingers holding all

the hiss of fire rained out.

Love does an evil dive off the balcony,

laughing as she goes.

Who is he?

—Amy K Barnhill

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