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When you know your foot tip 

 touches a rut of inexpressible pain 

You just cant spell that pain 

But then,

 you just know it 

in the way 

You smile grief away

 in every game you play 

In every effort you take

 to shop A memory away 

In the way you stall a tear

 By freezing a thought That once you held to. 

Or perhaps the way 

You focus on 

the twist of a toe 

Than a turn of the heart.