Capture me,
open wide within the door,
a mirror image of something from before,
something I couldn’t see,
a reflection of another,
a painting half completed,
the pallet tired and worn,
stars in their eyes,
thorns in their feet,
wickedness dancing,
darkness in the light,
we sow our own seeds,
we dig our own graves,
we cut the grass of another so ours will survive,
but in the end,
everything dies…..
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