Flickering
Like the broken bulb,
The pain shows
Through my eyes.
And silver tears
Fall from wetter eyes
Like drops of rain
From lovely morn.
Away from prying minds,
A seam is ripped.
Stretching
Across a vast realm
Of eternity.
And under the full moon,
I walk alone.
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