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cloud stained mirrors
grey sky day
something too lost
wordless whispers
skipping across afternoon river
waves
i
crave sanity
doors
all the doors filling
all the walls
dreams or memories
signs scattered irrational
just windows of silver glass
catching the echoes
the silence
deeper by day
a feather across my lips
covered by night
broken sand castles
cascading through my
dry fingers
tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
who knows where
rice paper tears
fall upon
ink stained screams
- jude
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