Sadness stands by my side, waiting to take a sip of the cold tea.
A drop falls from the table and a ray of light bounces on it.
Strangers' eyes look past my soul. They could not care less.
My family lives abroad and my heart resides in a cave.
Light bounces on everything.
Isolated thoughts, desaturated pictures, and hushed requiems.
Death can be so coltish sometimes...
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