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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


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