broken glass tumbled holograms faking
love on our ragged bed
rain's overhaul of reality
wept into pale dawn
cloudy thought in skin's delusion
traded hours for leaves
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forget me now 
The image of a world distorted by the illusions of rainy glass reflections and holograms I find while reading this poem is beautiful (if you get what I mean haha)! I love it 😀
lol – i have a twisted imagination, don’t i? i’m so glad you enjoyed this and thank you for leaving such happy feedback!
Ha..ok..I think I’m a poetry junkie…I need more hits!! Simple but deep..
ha! me too – simple but deep and a poetry junkie – if only i could write the good stuff! so – in this lifetime – what happens here will have to do .. for now *grin
thanks for visiting and enjoying T!