The bold secret

I met a girl
and she was blue.
I met a boy
and his daddy took away all his fancy toys.
I met a mother
and she grasped her lifeless child closer.
I met a father
and he drank his family's life away.
I met a sister
and even a brother.
I met grandparents
and even aunts with all their uncles.
I have met so many people in this world
and the most are those with painted faces,
those who stand among the crowd.
 

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