they were the bad aftertaste
to an expensive bottle of wine.
the disappointing reality
of lofty expectations.
not a promising dream,
but the noise that awakens you.
the thunderclap that follows
every strike of lightning.
a favorite song played
one too many times.
a scented candle that
slowly makes you nauseous.
and yet i wonder if there was more,
something beneath the surface,
that even now, looking back,
is waiting to be uncovered.
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