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Obscured Reflections
Rust clings like memories,
framing the world,
a mottled lace of time—
the window pane,
a portal to whispers,
yet the view is
a watercolor dream,
blurring edges,
softening the harshness,
where light dances
through corroded veins,
and beauty hides
in the flawed
and the forgotten.
Copyright ©
Christy Gomillion
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