6.16.2008

like it's simple


a growing absence 
trapped, revolving dissatisfaction.
disillusion. 
magic lacking illusion. 
the perceived devoid of presence. 
or was it? i was there. i am her. 
the girl in the box, 
enough in parts. 
flawed as the whole. 
splintered in grey, 
outside the lines.
i am there. i was her.
fragments 
in the box, whole and splintered together.
i am this;
the show, the secret. 
  

 


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