Poems by T.J. Swisher

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    a moot point to continue the facade,
the reality clear like the visibility
         through a clear glass storm door, 
    even the piercing sting of betrayal
will give no grievances,

    ill will holds no further 
 bearing on the soul,
        hurt may remain along with jubliance
of what the friendship has been,

   stillness of a silent moment
reminds that footprints on the soul
        will never be erased
 only honored for the inspiration
    as the source becomes a faded attic memory.

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