How often I forget
Renewal
The more susceptible to loneliness
The lesser the cost
Upon the window splattered
An announcement of paint
Yellows your reflection
And the rain.
I was acting in such a way
Out of defiance, to not look
Like him. He became like me
Making me like him.
Love responds characteristically
To the silent air with the complexities
Of the fading horizon. Swearing upon
Life like a believable boogie.
Costfully denying reflection
With honest sincerity
The cost of a soul
And its intentions
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