those days
still
sometimes
stand and stare
and
wonder where
to go
after
i gave them
mercy
as i
swept them
away,
like cobwebs
in the corners
on a hot summer day,
blowing in the breeze
from a window fan
dangling
and
dancing
in the wind
no more.
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