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Even When I Cried
Empty hallways
overridden with the
ghosts
of a past's days
or weeks
months
years
decades
memories pursued
by wronged
almost innocents
that used to
remember
every unjust
little
thing.
Cruel
aren't they?
Those eyes
green
brown
blue
in between
harsh
sharp
abiding
by
in my dreams.
Don't know
what
I want
anymore
love
lust
Hope,
maybe?
Possibly...
Somebody once
told me,that
Hope
exists in
the fragile
preamble
to
eternity.
Once I believed
them
pacing hallways
with tears on
my
cheeks
as he took
my hands and
told me
I was
beautiful
even
when I
cried.
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