the cellophane
of life is ripped
and torn. crumbled
on the lawn, blowing
madly in the wind.
the wrapping is off.
the shine is dulled.
sometimes you find
out early that things
aren't what they seem,
sometimes
you never find out
at all.
Monday, February 9, 2015
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