Slow marbled tears welled, pushing on the fault in her heart. Although the silent tears may go unnoticed by on looking eyes, indeed it's those that leave the fiery trail of wrath. The trail leaves it's mark tattooing silent promises of more across her cheeks. Eerily tranquil they leave elapse with soft glistening trails, but the hurt is anything but. The pain that follows, the inconceivable turmoil that washed over your being, the turmoil that blazes through your soul leaving a stark and empty cavity where love once lived.
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