Arrainments
The light outside appeared to glideAlong a path that was preordained
Behind their screens the pictures hide
Disappeared with the world when it rained
They remained themselves yet strangely changed
Decks of cards, images prearranged
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2025-11-18 at 01:50
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