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Tears


The tears are the drops of blood that stain the Earth that haunt the skies The tears are the gaunt faces of the children who will never see their mother I let the water spill over me, above me, around me I don't feel it I let breath escape my lips without tasting it I see without analyzing For tears are the free spirits, the lost souls, the resurrected.
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