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freshwater tears


as she sat there and cried, 

the tears ran down her face, 

past her nose, 

and onto her lips, 

where they stayed. 

she could taste the salt in her tears, 

but the taste went away. 

once again a reminder 

that all bad things

 come to an end.

e.s.

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