There’s a history of heartbreak
tucked in the creases of her eyes,
a museum of the moments, 
that she’d watched just pass by her
and each tear that escaped her, 
held the things she’d left unsaid.
So the words she’d never spoken,
stained her dampened cheeks instead.

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