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Thursday, November 17, 2011

Memories of an earlier time

The rain streams down my window
Your reflection of me is distorted as I look upon myself
I can see no further than your opinion
The frost settles upon my thoughts
Crystals of memories trace patterns of wanting
A ballet of wishes skates across the ice
You told me you loved me and then you laughed
You made me believe
You lied
I lay down in water warmth with clawed feet
The porcelain old and wearing
I feel nothing
Nothing reaches me
The flow of dreams fills the tub
I cut the flow
Red regrets dance and mingle
The dance you created in truth
Bleeds from my veins into nothingness
I lie back remembering
I finally forget