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Jan 2014
The glass patters in the darkest hours of the night

Exponential reverberations resemble that of a radical earthquake

Disrupting the peace; serenity.

The erratic patter splatters, exemplifying works of Jackson *******

A stain on the cloth of happiness, it spreads,

Disrupting the normal pattern degrading matter

Corroding, yet it creates.

Feeds, but it drowns.

Creates smiles, and forces frowns.

So simple, although complex

Dark patter.
Written by
Abe Abulaila
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