Dry-eyed she looks on,
As her nails score,
More half moon crescents on her palms,
And she bites her lips,
Bloody,
Tries not to cry,
Fighting back the torrent,
Welling up inside,
Turns her face towards the wall,
Four corners meet,
Safe and secure,
Within them all,
She doesn't speak his name,
Doesn't say the truth,
That she wants him,
Beside her,
Not when love needs proof.
~Rei Shiori
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