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The dampness on my shoulder Comes from the crying girl in my arms She holds desperately onto me Not wanting to let go Her tears roll down her cheeks As she wants to tell me Of the terror she has suffered But she cannot form the words Only water can form She stays there for hours With only her sobs As a way of expressing herself She lets go And vanishes inside me She only escaped me for A few hours But a few hours Is all she needs It will be years before She appears again