"She"
Like
one of
these tears that
freed itself from
my misted eyes, you've slipped away from me.
Oh, that once again you'd caress my face
like this tear which
warmly slides
down my
cheek.
"He"
I
watch you,
sad lady,
from my table
and see myself that tear that trails your skin.
While you think of someone else, I'm dying
to be that tear
that lingers
on your
mouth.
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