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74 son et lumiere When sun quickens the glass and wakes the day, Even a stale heel of bread will dazzle you, And dust rising like glitter around your feet. You once thought there was heartbreak In a pair of shoes half-hidden under the empty bed, In a ticket, torn in two, on the bedside table. That was before the light of summer afternoon Ripened on the pillow and warmed the sheets, Before the open window brought in from next door The scent of dinner and someone humming With the radio, the shadow sound of someone Near and alone, on the other side of yourself. ...

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