D.E.W. (poem)

By Luke Labern

Drop Everything and Write.

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Hiding inside, masked by the shadows of your former self.
Someone loved you once; who's to say you'll be loved again?
If only it was a simple progression. No ups and downs,
Just straight lines and answers; why cycles, smiles, frowns?
People like to splash money, like the sky drops rain:
Affection is a currency: now I'm all out of wealth.