Storminess of a heart lies reflected in eyes, staring out
across the barren wastelands of life.
Whiteness of surrounding atmospheres cancel images in and
out of mind, trivializing the vast importance of secure
knowledge.
Traveling inner byways blocked by insistent penetration
of a child staring into space, following the long dusty
road of past memories, allowing no feelings, no tears,
only overwhelming sadness covering an entire being.
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