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Mar 2015
Every time
I look inward
I only see the little keychain
that dangled off the radiator when
the vacuum was on.

Whenever I
look forward
All I see is a swirling pond
and I don't know which wave
to follow

Every time I look at you
I feel remorse
for the promises I wish I could keep

Ad I feel myself drifting
I feel myself sliding.
Falling.
Matthew Rousseau
Written by
Matthew Rousseau  22/M/Massachusetts
(22/M/Massachusetts)   
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