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These tears I cry are lost letters not read

The emptiness is just a wither away

The softness of a cotton ball soaks up the rest

I roll my sleeves up because it is so fragile to touch

A smooth bright colored red shirt 

Just lays on the hot street

A ball half deflated with no bounce 

Just sits on the sidewalk

The power from the TV is off

There is no sound

Just a fuzzy picture

Snow