where's that face that makes life seem better than what it is.?. giving a sense of worth to a smile that caters to having a chuckle in the ribs... One where the mirror isn't the one recognized by sight... Moving without being mimicked is a true sign of life... So who shall be tray comfort lonely nights tend to wonder about... As mornings come to emptied besides looking at another day unable to hear the tone in a voices sound... It seems lost is an emotional reference that clings to smiles disappearing on the dark... Tugging of how the facts speak in the silence of solitude straight to the heart... Thinking rationally of when time will find it due to break binds n free the knowing of another put to use... Living n breathing sighs to last longer than flames that burn before ever calling a truce...
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