little squares cut
from the past
windows
or doors
flat and neat
no dimension
no substance
no emotion
when I look at them
I’m there, but not
I see, but I don’t
through those little doors
little windows
forever sealed
from the past
windows
or doors
flat and neat
no dimension
no substance
no emotion
when I look at them
I’m there, but not
I see, but I don’t
through those little doors
little windows
forever sealed
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