The seconds passed and changed the view.
what was blurry is now clear,
what felt right, turned as wrong as anything
could ever be for me here.
The shadows of the sad unborn
are pierced by the light in their eyes,
but I turn away, for their existence
and their parents were both lies.
Today I loved an image that has broken down;
tomorrow I will love a ghost.
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