…slow tears, clinging where shadows have gathered,
a memory wept. Falling heavy on the glass, pressing.
Drowning ghosts in the tears, of tides waiting the
thunder. A breathless memento that can’t be swept
away, in the mirror of a blind eye, often curated
lives and manicured lawns exchanging pleasantries.
Clinging where shadows have gathered.
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Where Shadows Have Gathered
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