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what was my room


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Submissive mirror

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Silence evaporates like puddles

Clay left until it cracks

Pointless to stay

Strange to walk away

 

Who am I to say regret exists

There are tears in all our eyes

cardboard

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a hot summer day


hints of summer’s shadow

soon the leaves will fall
then the snow will follow
in gusts of swirling silence