A pain, unending
A light, dim.
A hurt, masked
Moments, grim.
They smile.
Their tomorrows come.
Two, still one.
Words, mum.
A pain, unending
A light, dim.
A hurt, masked
Moments, grim.
They smile.
Their tomorrows come.
Two, still one.
Words, mum.
Nothing
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