Who feels her woes?
I didn't say.
From the verge of tears,
it was nearly a shock.
Apologetic days seemed a precautionary fear.
My face was suffocated with red,
And his lips trembling.
Our happy days were lost, it was quite clear.
Her whisper, loud as a sigh,
Told of only dark after dying.
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Whispers of the Mind
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