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And with each
tear she sheds
you'll see words
of regret
trickling down
her cheeks,to
slowly kiss her
lips and seal
them forever.

you'll hear silent
whispers floating
in the air, looking
for an ear that
might actually
listen.

You'll feel the
blows of her
muffled screams
against your
ribcage, pleading
your heart to
open the door.

You'll smell ink,
in which she
dips her letters
that always refuse
to take paper as
a shelter.

exactly how you
refuse to gaze at
those eyes that
pour salty waters,
for her mouth
to drink.

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