
( whisper the reasons
when the sun just hides away )
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i have
hidden these things,
white washed them in hopes of
brand new days to come;
but
i have found your sorrows
too great to swallow,
too similar to pass.
your smile hangs like a dress in my closet,
too red to wear.
too thin to keep warmth.
it is not fair,
yes.
but isn't it supposed to be?
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