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One Window I stumble on a broken stone, Tripping on my inferiority And crushing my every confidence. This beast slowly takes shape, And uses it’s hands to strangle my inner vision. I turn darkness to dreams in a silvery spider web, littered with broken promises, And haunting memories. I escape quickly to the safety of my bed. The sheets are warm And soft, as bread. I pull the covers over my logic And the shades close on my ambition. I gently seep inside the sea of mattress, And drown the crashing waves outside my window. I avoid the reality that I am profoundly small, Within the master scheme, beyond this wall of forever. |
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