through shutters
i see him
the way i imagine him
the way i'd like him to be.
through blinders i listen
to the words of the wind
promising things to me.
through shutters i see him
jagged and shaken
with every step he takes.
through blinders i listen
and see the vision
i clearly know is fake.
written by Lindsey Johnston on the 21st of November, 2010
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