Stolen tears

The stained handkerchief

has stolen our tender tears,

never intending to return them.

A cruel theft, a drained heart,

all that remains is

an empty well of emotion.

Nothing left to pull up,

a dry bed of skeletal silence,

desiccated, lifeless and lame,

a paralysed portrait,

a mental crime.

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