looking down through his glass
held by hands like bricks,
he saw where the tears of wine
had left their stains of disappointment
deep inside the splinters of a broken table.
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plan b
old shadows
that hover over the rocks and stones
in front of him
lead him with the wicked echos of regret
that his life had only become
his plan b.
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window
the boy in the window
carving a broken heart in his breath,
realized the condensation dripping down
was like watching his tears…
die on his lips.
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rhythmic
the duel between his heart and mind
became a dance in rhythmic measure
of opening and closing,
each inflicting strict penalties on him
of reward and punishment
as conditions for love.
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unnoticed
feeling unnoticed,
he continued to put himself in the
way of his own beauty.
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