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Pink Tears, Black Cries
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Dark Poetry Jaded imperfections shine
on rapidly graying faces.
Anguish we keep locked inside
on days in happy places.
Dying, we smile softly
on graves we weep alone.
Endless sorrow fighting down
on crumbling concrete stone.
Porcelain angels sing remorse
on resounding empty notes.
Until the paint-by-number dries
on with incomplete, uneven coats.
Grateful tears of shame we cry
on pallid trails they run.
Eternal fallen devils fly
on burning faith into the sun.
To die away with the ashes
onward, scattering to the wind.
