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Shadows
Shadows of a face I see
Pain oozing beyond every pore
Blissful smells
mocking empty arms
Worthless words that shatter my core
Shadows reflect in the mirror for me
Dust resting in places not seen
Unnoticed stains
Caress faded floors
Memories blurring from what could have been
Shadows saturate the world that I see
Dying embers of defeated hope
Tainted ...
Thursday 20th August 2020 8:55 am
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