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A Tear What if a tear is just that of salt of water and of no care? Given laborous birth from conflict, dispute and doubt. And then parades its' rising without regard, to its' mother, pride. Meandering downward, cupping up echoes of wishes, maybes, and if onlyes; And dries them still. |
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