He Still Peeps
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I closed the door of my heart,
for a friend I was unhappy with,
I closed the windows as well,
but I could not close the cracks of its bleeding walls,
I get only a glimpse of his tearful eyes,
but he sees me,
when in cold winter of loneliness,
the dry cracks are painful,
his tears make the cracks humid
and as long as he peeps from the cracks,
I am relieved of the deadly pain.
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