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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 procede
without sharing
or giving notice
lost in my own reflection
perhaps, fearing rejection
making calculations...
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
spiralling 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
the
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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