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Who We Could Have Been
Poetry
We cry
for a world we are mourning,
somehow
A fleeting glimpse
of something better
that never
existed
Our tears
as
unseen
as
who we
could
have been
Paint our faces
with the death
of possibility
We mourn for the price
of ourselves
Prompt from the brilliant :
Write a ‘moody’ poem or story or essay around any of the following:
- A tear no one sees
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