Tragic murals
The tears I've shed, for the people who have fled
my life.
they all dry a different color.
black for the loved ones taken by death's hand.
red for romance short-lived.
yellow for friends I'll never reconcile with,
my face paints a mural
of the beautiful tragedy of love.
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