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Reckoning
TD (27/8/57 / new york)

Reckoning

Again & again
I find myself here
in this limbo
of living.

Crafty illusion has
rocked my foundation.
I grow blinder
by the day.

Unable to see it coming,
especially from you;
who had piloted, uplifted me
with your words and stroke.

The cloak falls, a judgement impaired
by the mistaken belief that
your hands cupped and cradled
the shredded remains of my heart.

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