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I remember the mornings
as if the black pervasive
wasn’t ever there before

I can hear it in the timed
an apathetic turn signal
the neglected front wheel
of a plastic shopping cart
destined to outlive
disposable box store parades

a subliminal undercurrent of despair
subtly imbedded
beneath the cosmetic surface
of every television commercial
being wiped compulsively
into the worn Formica countertops
of a hundred thousand roadside diners

Familiarity equates not
to connectivity of the spirit
Wars between the heart and head
disrupt the commerce of self esteem
When the mirror of self reflection
is mounted in the dark
the soul that longs for itself
may never be satisfied in the looking

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this is really well done!! the words are well chosen!! and i love the structure.
i can also really empathize with the message as well,, over all a good job!!

-m4gg0t was here

you could call me soph if you'd like. 

       The phantom of the opera is there. Inside my mind.

For reading and commenting, I thank you. I’m glad it resonated with you. I’ve experienced quite a change in psyche over the past few years and there is a loneliness so deep…but I’m figuring things out and getting better at acceptance.

Hope everything is going well for you in your universe

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As always... beautifully written! Wouldn't change a thing


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