#795-Clavi
04/10/2019
Sometimes,
What stares back,
Isn’t clear.
Fog,
Clouds the mind.
I try to see beauty,
But unfelt pain,
Sprinkles bitterness.
Hate,
Lashes out,
At love.
Life circles,
Refuse to close.
Emotional holes,
Won’t fill.
Not mine.
Not yours.
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