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Weeping, My Tears Do Seep
WEEPING, MY TEARS DO SEEP . . .
Weeping, my tears do seep, into rivulets so deep
Abseiling, down my cheeks further, they do creep
Making their final deathly leap, fall upon my breast
Thus, invited into my open torn heart as its guest
My emotions, again sent around, this broken soul
Until once again, this soul can be rendered, whole
And the open wound of my heart, then but a scar
With my then, darkened thoughts, darken as char
Give way to emotions of a brighter notion as arise
With only tears of a newer life and all my hurt dies
Indiana Shaw . . . -_-
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Indiana Shaw
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