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I see
It's so weird tip-toeing
into this your personal space
you can't see i've been here
as I leave without trace
I see your dreams unfurled
I walk on them like petals beneath my feet
I see the cup you supped from
your wedding photograph faded and curled
age creeping into this
your ethereal world
I spy trinkets you collected
from the four corners of the world
I see patchwork eiderdowns
and a cat without a tongue
a ministering angel
at your head with a gun
I see windows through windows mirroring themselves
I see nothing at all now
I am locked in myself.
