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Chains of an irrelevant past
Will take you down if you allow 
distorting the here 
disturbing the now 

Words once meant everything 
Fleeting as they are 
Turn into a wound
a scratch
a scar 

Relentless knives 
Interruption so unsought 
puncture time’s disguise
Beguile each thought 

Meandering discourse 
Ignorant to what might be
You show no remorse
And you lose me 

Can you heal in but three months time?
Or coalesce 
to another so blind 

The house is destroyed but the home 
a rhapsodic sentiment
The foundation cracked 
the nails bent