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Apr 2014
When you left you kicked in a little crack
which slowly spread out
Like a car window shield in an accident
set in slow motion
and soon the whole glass was webbed and white

then it started to fall in
first a tiny shard,
a splinter of doubt

now its all falling in
pelting the driver with sharp glass
as he throws his arms up to protect his face

A few pieces of the window shield will remain at the edges
but it can no longer fulfill it's purpose.

That little crack destroyed it all.
Sometimes i feel like the driver, sometimes like one of the little pieces remaining
Strange Chameleon
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Strange Chameleon
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   Timothy
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