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Aug 2015
as the light comes in my window
i wonder what's happening inside
my head, whether it's registering
emotion like i am. the blinds get
to decide what i think about and
what i dwell on through the night
and into the next sometimes for
days on end. until it does end...
and it's as if nothing was even
wrong in the first place. was it?
i'm not even sure anymore. but
that light keeps coming through
and i shut my blinds for another
time, sinking into the candlelight
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