red tears
stream down
navigating the lines
of her face
falling off at ends
undefined yet predictable.
and so,
the significant
becomes insignificant,
the pain becomes fiction,
and her war ends
in temporary peace.
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I never knew that
Telling the truth
Could hurt so much
And keep me up at night
Worrying about worry
Copyright © 2017 innocuoussoul
“It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.”
- Frédéric Chopin
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