from my injured
perspective all the
words sound like
hell all the wounds
are fresh and red
like cherries I've lost
my objective sight the
overview I was so
proud of having
seeing all sides
of black and white
and somehow always
living in grey
but your weight has
tipped the scales
and I no longer
see clearly
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