A Pair of Poems
A Reason to Cry
prick my blood
run my finger throughout my face
no design comes of it
my tears wipe away my stained skin, my stained soul
a reason to cry.
As It Lingers Behind
Your shadow,
your only companion
a reflection of yourself
too dark to make out a face, a soul
as it lingers behind
an image of what could be
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