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Abuse

The tears are stuck inside
do not call to them to spread
I refuse to shine a light
on our celebration of the dead

Your voice is a mirage
I cannot hear it any longer
but still I break for Fridays
set in stone
before the rain held us together

I stare at the blank screen
with a blank stare
and I don't care
oh how I wish I didn't care
that you are nowhere





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