Charles Pullen

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You can only
Break so many mirrors
Before you stop adding
Up the years.
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Nervous fingertips glide
Across faded table top,
Leaving a evaporating trail
Like faceless ghost.
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Azure waves roll,
across golden fields,
Where he lies waiting,
for the Heartland-
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Black pepper,
Seasoned sugar.
Dragon fruit and
Tangerines
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Our shadows hold many secrets,
If our walls could talk,
they'd choose silence.
Shades of promises broken
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