Pity

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It's deafening,
Loud,
Crass.

And then it is silent,
With stubbornness and pride
Hesitant to break it.

These few seconds linger in the air,
Desperate for reconciliation.
Just a whisper of regret
Would meld broken hearts.

Yet in these pity few moments,
We are of pity few words.

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