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Black tears running down my face
A small realese from a hurt I cannot escape
In a world where,
Permanance finds its temporary place.
Trapped in a cage of confusion
What's to see through tears of dillusion?
Speaking with insubordination
The colors have no depth
Like a martyr without a purpose
Insomniatic mind swept clean with every night of no sleep
Empty spaces between the lines
Hold the best stories
That haven't been told,
In this world,
Where temporary finds a permanant place
Letting the refreshing tears
Hydrate my face.





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