The look on the eyes
Tells a story inside.
The sound of the bye
So coarse like a gem on the grind.
However hard she try
The smile on display
Cannot change the tide.
Every movement
Every motion.
Every moment
Is a portion.
However little the dent
This is no vacation.
Like a black spot
On white paint.
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