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Poems 2005 Shards of a shattered silhouette
leaning longingly against a window pane,
gentle fingers tracing figures
lost ages ago.
Images seek salvation beneath a shattered streetlamp,
mocking the moths with false memories of light.
Futures remain forever featureless.
Epiphanies drag on aimlessly.
The point was lost at the precise moment
the stars came crashing down.
It seems like ages ago.
