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Jun 2015
A fiery sky on a day not started,where life ,death and promises are Destined to become history.
Shadows unformed from a promise to hide
See's my reflected smile from the clouded window
And only then do I see the dirt and grime of my inner existence
It is a comfort blanket that has kept me warm
Hid me
Protected me
Smothered me
Till all is bared
From the window I see
andy fardell
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