Find within, you.

Time.
It reached out,
doused in excitement, ripped
open the flimsy covering. Those
ones made of gold sheets
and green coloured
patterns.

Found within, you.

These
dried tears do not
plant sorrow. They are
marked shears. Cutting away
the pretence we have
happily grown
accustomed
to.

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