The pain doesn't show
But lingers
Plucks with nervous fingers
At the threads of your life
Take a little fear
Compress it
Tuck it away
In little emotional drawers
Labeled and Filed for future reference
Push them, Pack them tightly
There is always room for one more
The face in front reflects
While you
collect
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