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He opens the door a bit
and closes it again and
lights a match, running low
on phosphorus, the panel
he is reading is black and white, but
shades, symbols of endless
colour. The first picture is a princess
walking with a gun to her
back. The second is light filtering
through the leaves. The last frame
is not a prince or a gun or a flash,
but it is how haunted the woods
are and animals drawn beneath
the newspaper, but he coughs and
the light goes out, he hears
some one walk in the room.