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Kon Grin
Poems
Nov 6
Mom
Holding the hand
Ever so tender
Unraveling motions
Of my heart swelling dry
I look up to your eyes
Vacantly gazing
And wet stains of sorrow
Canβt keep my serenity-mimicking lie
Darkness can blanket my face.
But the nightlight is betraying yours
I can hear you breath
But you
canβt hear my words.
Written by
Kon Grin
20/M/Uzbekistan
(20/M/Uzbekistan)
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