Tears full of brine,
I bid her adieu,
I knew all along,
That she will never be mine,
She told me so several times,
I was credulous,
Till she left me far behind,
Tears dripped and dripped,
Till I was drained dry,
And could no longer,
Feel , breathe or whine,
After all she was my "soul".
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