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Jul 2016
Pain,  the wrinkles of the heart,
Masks of sadden faces,
Moaning the souls within

To fight battles invisible
Building that to be pulled down,
And owning that which never was

I call it brokenness,
A shattered mirror reflecting,
Pieces of our tattered spirits

We choke on our own tears,
Drowning in pools of laughter
By angry faces that wish to burry us

So, tonight, our eyes shall then shut,
Our minds replaying their wicked smiles,
And our ears looped on their spites

For the battle is lost,
A blackened sun behind veils of sorrow
Sold into chains of our enemies
kayanja ronald edwin
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kayanja ronald edwin  25/M
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