Tears
It was a beautiful day,
all dreary, foggy, and grey,
and I smiled
as a tear ran down my face.
I walked through the streets,
with a cough and a sigh,
and the people laughed
as someone was brutally killed.
People live believing
they are healthy and safe
as they breathe in toxins and disease.
This world is great,
with all of its cruelty
and destruction.
That night was beautiful,
all dreary, foggy, and grey,
and I laughed
as tears ran down my face.
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