July 30, 2004

• within a structure I call home
  there exists an empty corner
  no portrait hangs from the walls
  no dust ball lingers on the ground
  a beam of light escapes through the window
  bounces off the mirror
  but creates no shadow
  no history exists in this corner
  its been wiped clean with a rag soaked in pain.

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