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2013-11-09

[un]covered vista



out of this window
it's not the shards of broken glass i fear
nor the chill of disdain

                                 but boredom eroding the vista
                                 [in]difference blurring the panes
                                 forgiveness misplaced

among shadows of doubt 
and light-minded [half]-truths
a dropped line

                                 on the edge of memory
                                 one broken heart bled dry
                                 then nothingness

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