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| Black Black. Cob-webby corridor, hallway at night. Hidden mirrors surprise with sudden images. Only life here in this airless darkess is my breathing. The must stinks of fear & lies. It is infinite, when there's no end to, or break in, the black. PamFriedEhli/1990 |
| Yellow Two flowers growing in the wilderness Yellow faces reflecting the sun Petals outstretched The bees came and made them one Then one said, "I must go" And withered and turned to seed and died The other remained, it's beauty intact But never to return. PamFriedEhli/1990 |
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