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4d
What did that darkness in her eyes really mean?
What have those eyes really seen?

Did they mean a lot of guilt?
An infection not entirely built?

Like her brain had started to melt
Like a decaying flower, slowly to wilt

She closes her eyes, giving up to this embrace
As all her memories in the past begin to erase
this was the second poem i’ve ever written, created on 9/28/22
Written by
Emery Feine  14/F/IL, USA
(14/F/IL, USA)   
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