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They shear the lamp-light into ribbons,

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Inky shadows shift—

slick, silent, self-satisfied.

They slide along skirting boards

slipstreaming the seams of the room

smearing soft soot where daylight once stood.

They sweep through stairwells,

swallowing sconces,

sanding the shine off brass and bone.

They slink past cracked picture frames,

sketching small scandals