Sad Labels:
clarity
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frailties
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sad poems
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sad poetry
say her name. she is the stranger that wears your face.
time's jaws open wide. we are the feast.
breathe on the glass. let it steal our voices. words are only thieves.
chase the silence. as it hunts the strays.
paint the stairs. with dirty footprints. the ceiling will come to us.
say her name. assume the luxury of her skin.
temptation cocks its gun.
the target is soft. and the sky is falling.
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