Here come the tears again,
Trickling down in warm resolve, warm acceptance, and salty silence
Here they are again,
Wounding my memories in all that calls to experience’s despair
Absorbing every collapse, and every mangled misapprehension
Misunderstanding the purpose of a strong heart
For a weak moment to thrive…
Here, alone, it seems they always dissolve,
My skin moist, rippling in the...
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