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sadness

the texture of sadness
might be the same as the touch
of sunshine on the back of your eyelids
tears glitter, did you know?
the color of the empty chambers of
your heart the way it bleeds into your lungs
like the word hello that sort of tastes like
a goodbye, I love you thrown carelessly
into the sunrise
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