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white picket fence
I can see you in the mirror
past my own reflection
staring back at me silently
from so far away
we’re just ghosts here
whispers of tomorrows
that we’ll never get to see
you’re the fence paling
I fell on drunkenly in the dark
and have never had the courage
to remove
from my shattered rib cage
and sometimes I wonder
why I carry your memory with me
when all it does is twist the edges of wood
that have embedded themselves in my heart
© Indie Adams 2012
past my own reflection
staring back at me silently
from so far away
we’re just ghosts here
whispers of tomorrows
that we’ll never get to see
you’re the fence paling
I fell on drunkenly in the dark
and have never had the courage
to remove
from my shattered rib cage
and sometimes I wonder
why I carry your memory with me
when all it does is twist the edges of wood
that have embedded themselves in my heart
© Indie Adams 2012
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