And judging ones
In order to understand the inability to understand.
Black shadows hide behind all kinds of smiles
Like imperfections on a perfect picture
Dark shades, ink spilled in random
Where it is not supposed to be
Then came into life and haunting me.
The rain can clean them all
Even though it might destroy the paper.
And I can finally dissolve among the pages at peace.
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