I just hope the water runs hot enough this morning to fog this honest mirror. The ignorance in the haze begs more experience than worth the while. Burning the home I built for us, every passion is slumped into thickets of ruin, embellished by reflections of future failures. As long as i know it's coming, my satisfaction is subdued to your shortcomings. I'd leave you forever if i could.
you're the treasure I found and buried again. baffled and bruised, discerning your photograph now to naïve illusions, the ones of who i wanted you to be.

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