what we encounter . is never the whole story . just pieces we’re shown
something once vital . erased by change, leaves behind . anonymous clues
there is a purpose . in every lost item . that goes unfulfilled
in the same candle . one flame feels the air moving . the other is still
on some days, the blinds . are rolled open just enough . to let the light in
something that’s easy . to achieve, is easily . lost and forgotten
what is difficult . is easy to avoid, but . with consequences
each layer added . will alter the appearance . but not what is true
gifts can be quiet – . maybe a decoration . that lights a cold night
as the winter winds . rattle the windows, the cat . tucks in for a nap
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