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before.
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Everything has stopped,
the silence stretches out, as urgent as the moment
the pin works loose from the grenade =
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or the time bomb, ceases to tick, and the victim of the horror
picks it up and casts it out of the window, in full knowledge
that death is an option -
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its the moment when your significant other refuses
not unkindly, the importance of their role. Loss of control,
as quick as a knife-cut.
.
The tears fall, the rain slashes at the window, the wind rises,
we are lost children, lost in the clothes of adults, cast aside.
Emotionally dysfunctional.
.
Later when the moment becomes the past, we reset history,
rationalise more naturally our problems, set them right,
it's so much easier to talk.
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(c) R.J.L 2012