Wilting

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soft grey rain dotting my cheeks

pale dry lips shivering at night

maybe i have been doing this for weeks

knowing that nothing can make it right.

flaming sorrowed heart burnt

bold brown eyes quietly sting

there really is nothing to be earned

as i have just been covering.

pink blushed dust over my nose

cold fingertips start to shiver

my happiness wilts like a rose

down, i fall with nothing to deliver.

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