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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
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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