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Something forgotten, bruised
and lacquered over from wear
disguising its passage as use
and age. Something without sound,
painted dutifully in a tempo
universal and readily dismissed
as melody’s reflection on shattered glass,
abusive and worrying at the seams
like a size too small. Something elegant,
a subtle tool or the most destructive
weapon engineered, as discontent
as sincerity and the bright hues
of freshly dipped dyes, a bitter
forget-me-not left to wither alone
in the fading rhythm of summer.



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