Visibility
My blury tears are unashamed,
And I am not.
They trickle down softly,
And make shiney streaks through the dirty window of myself.
Do you see the vulnerability?
Oh God, I don't understand why the heart affects the eyes.
Maybe the invisible can't see out the spoiled panes anymore.
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