Broken out
Of an empty
Page.
Loneliness,
Freshly out
Of a
Windowpane.
..
A dance down
My memory
Lane.
First sign
Of summer
Rain.
..
Between the
White lies
And charred
Truths...
A perspective
She can paint,
Drives me
Insane.
..
For the person
I've been.
She has
Little to gain.
I'm no
Clark Kent.
But she's my
Lois Lane.
..
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