#04

A looking glass stained with fingers,
that bleed a desperate hope;

Half closed eyes in a pretense consciousness.

Of life to sit by their side,
that they can squeeze it’s fingers once last,
Find a period, a closed quote, a semicolon,

look another way.

-CD

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