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I look outside; 

the landscape that I see

is like a mirror 

of the one I find inside of me, 


these days – 


the naked silhouettes of trees

against the sky.

I look outside my window 

and I wonder why 


you left me, 

though you said 

you never would – 

I love you, 

although I no longer should. 



I look outside my window 

at the birds 

that cross the high.

Their circling remind me 

of how I would like to fly


and disappear in to the power 

of your hands,

but now I know that I don't have 

the slightest chance


to reach you –

to be safe inside your heart,

and I am better off

when we're apart.

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