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The Fallacy
It's a clarion absence of sound
that she inspired from a million points
a day of static baptized all around
impossible to capture in this moment
she'll leave after Christmas day.
The envy stays with every new year
another idea mistaken for forever
she leaves to disappear
and yesterday's plot hangs on cold,
just her element of choice
My ambivalence is taken to heart
as a flicker in the candle wax
plays out a scene
that glares into every frame
burning the eyes to define me
She won't make it pass the year...
And her picture siphons brightness from yesterday
afixed to envelope,
we tiptoe around the chance of a lie,
it bleeds from my mouth
a beg mistaken for a prayer
If only there was tomorrow...
I'd waive the right of certainty
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