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Sadness scrambles to survive
and tears become termites

Self reliant moles taint speechless lips 
and form explanations yet to ripen

Tears that reject wiping 
smear pride's respiratory system
leaving heart beat unpuffed

Humility is Reality

What makes sense
is not always understood...
And weeping ensues.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 4/23/2019 6:16:00 AM
not happy to read this poem, but touched, which is good. I like what you did with tears, tears termites, tears wiping. I might do something with tears and tears, "tairs". Tears "tair" into me. Noel from NoelsArt
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Date: 8/19/2015 4:31:00 PM
This one gave me good cause to think. I like this poem. A7
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