I stare at my reflection reminded of my mother;
the quiet strength,
the affectation of it,
the looming sunset
in the rear view,
the sadness in some women.

They said god doesn’t give curses
but I’ve seen twenty thousand deaths
and my own
in a single burst
so tell me about perspective.

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