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inside out
amid burst capillary rivers,
i see my mirror.

as i fight to windex burn
my inverted eye lids,
i catch the blurred
marks of those who
hurt me.

chains of sadness…
Β 

tears don’t fall here
on the inside.

some can’t afford
silver linings.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/06/01/daily-prompt-silver-lining/

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