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In visions
recollections of familiar forms
angles of deflection
and rounded shapes of things
i suffer more than not of missing...
someone near and dear to me
having brought her a sadness
even i must concede
was the most insensitive
way i have ever chosen to proceed
without sharing or giving notice
lost in my own reflection
perhaps, fearing rejection
making calculation projecting profit
for a product, it seemed
i could not sell
so i advanced alone
retreating, back within my shell
reeling from an intensity of errors
spiraling ever more tightly
from emotions gone awry
as if forced into competition
knowing good and well you knew better
and i did not do as i should have by you
in some ways creating a disturbance
in you in reaction to
my reading between the lines
sorting through endless calculations
taking wings inside my head
could have swore i heard you say
arguments in the making
i simply could not quell
falling deep within a well
knowing fully the composite truth
without you...
life is hell
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