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A certain standard
You hold people
up to standards of sadness
You scan bodies -- To you
They are firmaments of invisible stars.
You look in their eyes --You see ghost
Lighthouses of the lost
Daytime, what they see as love marks
To you they are constellations of open scars.
up to standards of sadness
You scan bodies -- To you
They are firmaments of invisible stars.
You look in their eyes --You see ghost
Lighthouses of the lost
Daytime, what they see as love marks
To you they are constellations of open scars.
Published 9th Aug 2023
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Anonymous
17th Aug 2023 11:38pm
The subtle rhyme adds much depth to such a simple write. Thank you.
