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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
Can’t keep my serenity-mimicking lie

Darkness can blanket my face.
But the nightlight is betraying yours
I can hear you breath
But you
can’t hear my words.
Kon Grin
Written by
Kon Grin  20/M/Uzbekistan
(20/M/Uzbekistan)   
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