People of Pain

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I find comfort in the night under

cloud covered stars,

black painted houses

and a shy, hiding moon

 

I find sadness

in the reminiscent sun

filtering through unwashed windows,

casting shadows behind us,

gold hazing atop homes and

disappearing into

night

 

I find my reflection

through my dull painted nails,

pulled curtains,

black coffee,

and people of pain.






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