retribution overhangs the window.
my cold fingers touch the broken glass.
staring out across a field of barren destitution,
a calming wind blows softly through the house.
morbid pictures of long lost days,
continue to haunt my gaudy ways.
flashes of light masquerade over the lawn,
expressing sadness over the frozen dawn.
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