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THEY
As dark as the night
This is how their eyes look like.
They told me once
Sad eyes are coal black.
From crime to punishment
They got used to travelling
Hand in hand with the act of crying.
As deep as the sea
This is how they look at the pain.
Just like the drops of the rain
This is how they shed tears
Behind the bars.
No need to use fancy words
To tell the sto...
Saturday 7th August 2021 3:31 pm
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