Shame. Anger. Love. Transcripts Of Life By Her

Shame. Anger. Love. Transcripts Of Life By Her short poem

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Shame took over.
The eyes caved in.
Rolled inside the skull.
Tears dropped making a pool, an ocean.

Anger took over.
The eyes bare a stare.
You won’t be able to bear.
They will pierce through you.
Don’t look here.

Love took over.
The eyes look into yours.
Creating an infinity of space and time.
What were we talking about again?

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Randall Smith
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The finish of this was beautiful. I think we all can relate to this. Thank you

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