THE FEAR OF BEING FEARED

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Frozen at night.
Empty stares in low lights.
Colorblind. Misguided.
Only rhythm of regret,
Plays the tone on a cold bed.

Piles of unspoken feelings.
Rhyme with constant deny.
Hand in hand with failure,
Dry path of composure.

Somewhere out there,
Many flowers might have died,
One might survive,
Drenched in sorrow.
A vivid ugliness then bloom.

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