if things could glitter as they do in memories...
the world would speak more of you...
but as it stands the words that sound...
are of broken and wounded feelings...
laughing is the only way to cope...
with the attempts made to walk about...
this would sound of a working life...
the only thing that keeps it from falling apart...
are these words, that see the shine in the few moments...
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