What you see
In between them
In those empty
Spaces
I have left nothing
For you to ponder
Except my weakness
And I feel
Your intense agony
For my failure
And out of regret
I close my eyes
And let it fall
Now you wonder
What is that glistering
upon the blades
of your disappointment
like a drop of dew!
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