coming to terms

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Just as it started, it’s all ending. Coming to a close. Curtain call is starting soon. Apologies and Wishful Dreams. Glass Hearts on Pillars.
Section I I am much too forward with my words I interrupt people while they talk  With completely unrelated pieces 
I first recognised it as an infant, becoming accustomed to this trait. Sporadic bursts of love and laughter were sure signs  this was meant to be.  Then monumental loss replaced it with a scourge of darkness
With words of poison in my direction, I am an artist.Express feeling with color and word;paintbrush and pen.  
Imperfection.   No trace of rapture lingers in torment.She, who cannot love herself,is without peace in mind and body.  
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