Faces
They’re all different.
The ones I thought all looked the same.
How wrong I was.
Faces
They all tell a story.
A story I want to read.
A story they can’t help but tell.
Faces
There’s hurt in that face.
There’s joy in that one.
There’s loneliness in that hollow smile.
There’s love in those glittering eyes.
Faces
I can tell your craving something more.
Maybe, just maybe I could tell you a story.
It begins like this, “It is finished.”
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