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Smearing Tears On My Table
Smearing Tears On My Table,
Irridescent In The Glow Of Pale Light.
Trailing Down My Face and Able,
To Bring Out The Pain Heightened At Night.
Evaporating Into The Darkness,
Yet Pooling Into Oceans Deep.
Sadness Bourne As I Accept Less,
The Price Of Lost Love Is So Steep.
Smearing Tears On My Table,
Moistening My Numbed Fingers.
Love Being A Subject of Poetic Fable,
This Pain Purchased To Forever Linger.
Copyright ©
Lisa Smith
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