Fallen tears,
coffee stains.
Sunlight
cracks through the window—
soft,
but unforgiving.
Heaven is a state of mind.
Hell lives in the heart.
And letting go
never leaves clean.


Fallen tears,
coffee stains.
Sunlight
cracks through the window—
soft,
but unforgiving.
Heaven is a state of mind.
Hell lives in the heart.
And letting go
never leaves clean.

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