The envy of a stranger
in whom we see no pain.
Blurring your sight
until all you see is hate.

Moments out of touch
from times that had prospered.
Beautifully covered in lies
by our tragic despair.

Breath in, breath out, sigh
into the comfort of your pain.
Everything you wanted
when everything had changed.

A let down in your circuit.
A broken rule by play.
Nothing like it should be,
black and purple stains.
 
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