My Arms Wilt at Her Sadness

Slow motion nonfiction is her category of smile
Frames per second as her white glitters
Modern love seeping under her distress
Depression of souls spying from the outside
Disbelief afterthoughts of uncalled for actions
Seeing makes my body go numb in anticipation
Joyfulness is useless
Cover my ears, eyes, mouth, feel no more

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