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Lena Free Poem
the tears of my soul come from the very fabric of my being. my tears make me
angry.deeply scorned, love,marriage,your image--none of it matters.pain
suffering,anguish are filling my soul. it feels like i'm going to explode. I feel so
black, my soul is so dark i miss love,i miss happiness. but now i have nothing
but pain!! my sorrow could fill 1000 moon. until my tears run down my smooth
skin to relieve pressure from my soul.
Copyright © Lena Free | Year Posted 2007
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