Reflection

Life
Sometimes
Seems to be
Purgatory
Yet when i look back
I see so many paths
Nostalgia digs its claws in
Queries emblazoned on my arm
It poses the question once again

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Absent

There are many days when I wake up
Mourning passes through til noon
Stare absent out the window
And sometimes hear your name
Landscape never lies
No more I say
Stop, begone
Shadows
Sleep

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