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Tear

In my angst
I create you
 
Your trail
Burned upon my cheek

Tasting you,
Bittersweet

I feel you,
Oh, the sting!

Brought forth
Now

From the very womb
Of my despair

My eyes
An outlet
 
For the dying soul
Within

~THE FLOWING PEN~
3-19-05



Many a tear has to fall

But it's all in the game

All in the wonderful game

That we call love

 


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