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The doors are locked and the blinds are closed,
It's by the flickering candle light that she's found crying again.
It's quiet this time too.
The tears roll down her face but she seems unaware,
Almost blank.
Her mouth is closed in a thin line but her chest, it heaves.
With shaking hands she wipes her face,
Mouth opening to let out a whimper.
She takes a deep breath before blowing out the candle.
To the darkness she returns.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
