the cracked
windowpane
of scarred skin and
bloody battles
knuckles turning
white
from holding too
tightly
to scarlet tissues
and hourglass dreams
quickly slipping
from
the windowsill
wet with the dew
of seawater tears
gazing at the warm
light now out of
reach
longing for the
safety and shelter
turning away
finding joy and love
in a new world
a new reality
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