Images, faint,
Through blurred eyes.
Stinging rage,
Or sorrow inside?
Both, perhaps,
Pain evermore.
Race away,
And lock the door.
Blurred eyes,
Sweet salty tears,
How can you haunt
One with so few years?
Don't let them fall,
Don't make a sound.
Oops, too late.
I broke, I hit the ground.
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