June 27, 2013


are surrounded by the splendor of perspective
then they catch me off guard like a storm in the night
while they mercilessly take casualties in their wake

they neatly fold up memories in a pile
with a thin residue of feelings
they weigh on the heart unknowingly
testing the depth of trust
and the width of love
moving to wrap around reality and
break the grip of sadness

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