Too afraid to cry
In these tears i may drown
These soft burning thoughts
Im a fool for you still
The morning she yearns
For a blissfull picture
But one in bblank reality
I just cannot see
The street sounds they haunt me
For why i can't say
Grime scent of a river
Minced with the trash
I feel such emptyness
Within my core
But mornings air
She has no clues
By: Clifton Redmond
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