Poetry For Everyday People

Pain Of Your Past

We stand
at the dishwasher
dancing with our pain
pulling out glasses
in a daze, in a daze,

trouble is
an ugly air
and we can't help
breath it sometimes,

solitude
seems beautiful
when the world invades,
accuses then judges

what they know
not.



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Pain Of Your Past

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