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An Apology
A mirthless smile.
A bitter laugh.
A return to form, if not to function.
An ironic expression.
An iconic suggestion.
A well-rehearsed round of goodbyes.
And I apologize, my dear, that this mirthless smile is all I've left to give.
The Unfettering.
for Anthony Weir
Some days I have difficulty seeing beyond my own eyelids. The whole of reality is a blurred mass of indistinguishable circumstance.
All things are one with my loneliness.
These days I want, not a fresh start, but a severance: An uncompromising disconnection. An unfettering.
To be left alone.
Adrift in stone.
9:02 AM
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