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the color of our conviction

in houses we did not build,

we occupy rooms –

temporary tenure.


with purpose supposed,

we hang portraits of authority –

masters of what we can never truly own.


rigid –

we become –

to change.

influence to alter even the color of our conviction – disallowed.


God forbid a door left ajar!

access denied –

unless pre-approved –

requisition ratified.


and if –

somehow –

allowed entry –

disregard any inclination to linger.


there is no option of reciprocated accommodation.

your presence merely filler
to reconcile empty from an equation of existing – all alone…

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About boyfrommville

bound to a fate i cannot escape, i stop by briefly to expunge the demons... care to join me?

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