By Shauqi Shiro
A sharpen word lasts forever,
But my feelings are a clandestine fever.
Never been told to anyone,
It's a bulging heartache that I never want.
A gasping overturned cockroach,
Grabbing anything that approaches.
Empty as the sky, my heart cries.
A gorgeous lake, now dry and wry.
We're the same but different,
This bond is not coherent.
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