Sunday, October 11, 2009

Smoke and Mirrors

A secret kept.
A little less than three hundred miles away.
Both addicted.
After all these years they can both still smile.
Mirrors hang on their walls.
Symbolizing life's open doors that shut so abruptly.
How do you thank a stranger for giving you life?
It seems as though she was born an inconvenience, and even though that is not the case,
she is obsequious.
Nurture or Nature?
I would say, a little of both.

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