That Telephone I Threw At You Wasn't Fair

I saw the lake's early shine through bare trees.

sunlight on glass

day breaking 

ripples crashing

caramel on water

i sat in a cold basement alone

breath misting

i knew what you meant to me

i'm breaking

glass promises

sticky dreams

you're gone

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That telephone I threw at you wasn't fair

i'm sorry

but love, it's on its own ticker

and anger

like sunsets or a shrinking moon

is there

and not always fair

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