empty rooms
...empty picture frames fill my room - like reflections from a mirror - once you turn and walk away.
the light of a candle - the instant it's blown out - the sound of melting wax, now frozen - left in darkness, awaits the match
the forgotten ones - sit on cold hardwood floors - cutting pictures from People magazine - with dull shinny scissors - to fill empty frames.
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