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impermanance

i sat

drawing swirls

in condensation on the window

 

a younger me did the same thing once

and got yelled at

because

apparently the marks you

make on windows

don't go away

 

then someone has

to wash those panes,

and

 

heaven forbid

their windex leaves streaks

 

heaven forbid

their towel

sheds

 

heaven forbid

that clear glass

is marred

 

and

 

heaven forbid

someone put

swirls on the world

so something, anything

was a little

 

more

 

beautiful.

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Written by
gabrielle-boltz
Published
Mar 2, 2015
Lines·Words
28·75
Notes

if the ****

swirls were permanent,

it would

all just

be

fine.

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