His Eyes
Blood gushed down his cheeks As he envisioned the cadaver of a life he never lived. Oceans plastered his lashes As he keened for the loves he never loved. Quakes tormented his brows As he collapsed under the weight of a reality that he never brought to fruition. Tempests fogged the window of his soul As he took his last breath... still... silent // he never revealed his lavender secrets.
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