12 february 2012
Season of transparent deception
glass bottles hide,
what emotions hide,
up until three hours ago,
he knew,
or she knew,
what his avoidance had been
non closure of the heart,
betraying the self
ignoring what is,
wrapping hands about glass
peeling label
avoiding your own mirrored
eyes,
the wind has cooled
the air not so blue,
a soft vacancy
caused by a change
of season..
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