Poem One

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I see you,

Depression forms your eyes.

You look at me,

The facade now a blur.

Shrouding what is inevitable,

Tears ablate your mask.

No one understands you,

But I do.

You hide your face,

Yet you are the fairest of them all...

The glass shatters.

I am all alone.

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