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Divorce

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My breath rattles,
Echoing off the walls,
Reverberating across the silence.

The smiles are worthless,
My feet rooted in the ground,
Sinking away beneath me.

The silent whirr of the air conditioning
Provides no respite,
The memories rain on my conscience.

The walls are blank,
The frames are empty,
The Great Equalizer is victorious.





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