Late At Night
Tears in the corners of my eyes
capture her image late at night.
She chooses the lens grief supplies:
tears in the corners of my eyes.
Grief conjures her to hush my cries,
and calm anxieties and fright.
Tears in the corners of my eyes;
capture her image late at night.
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