April

Thoughts

Ready on the mark

To squeeze through leaden lips

Eyes eerily stuck

In grey

Hold onto soft sadness

No,

We won’t share

Our pain-gnawed days

The stars never cease

After a storm

What the flesh hid

Is no more

Broken

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