Pain's Reflection

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On Poetry

Puddles of poetry

collect in the

palms of my hands.



Pain rains from eyes,

releasing regret onto

this once dry land.



Liquid language

forms on the tip

of my tongue.



The relief is a

cloth drying eyes

no longer stung.



Mirrored muse

removes feelings

of being distraught.



Lakes accumulate

on page revealing

deepest thoughts.

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Puddles of poetry
collect in the
palms of my hands.

Pain rains from eyes,
releasing regret onto
this once-dry land.

Liquid language
forms on the tip
of my tongue.

The relief is a cloth
drying eyes
no longer stung.

Mirrored muse
wipes away feelings
of being distorted.

Lakes accumulate
on page revealing
deepest thoughts.

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