I have chosen a way to cry
Slowly slowly,
A cynical way of crying calls for silence.
Tears become unconventional objects
that could be wiped off from my cheeks
and wiped back on clothes,
until the wet leaves no mark of existence.
Hush-hush,
The pain would go away
and vanish with no trace,
as though it is meant to remain unknown.
By then, all will be well, and the scars shall
thrive in preten...
Friday 8th July 2022 4:54 pm
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