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An open teardrop, a silent public sign
Where heavy hearts and truths align
An aching heart’s implicit, abrupt rain
That speaks the honest truth of pain.
​But unavowed is the soul’s esoteric art
Of one who guards the fractured heart
He wraps haunting shadows out of sight
And shrouds his bleeding wounds in light.
He paints a gentle smile upon the grey
Flipping abysmal, desolate nights to day
The sad spirit wanders in search of peace
Yet it offers world around a gentle grace.
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