Black Dump River


My mind is like a black dump river. Someone will come and confide in: their pain, frustration, disappointment, all the bitter things. After it ends,  their story will form itself into a bubble, then I drop it into this dump river. 
Voila, they vanish.
I take the pain away.
They start to heal.
Their eyes glisten with relief, while my heart reflects their former pain covered in my own smile.

CONVERSATION

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