Tears
A tear can trickle,
down your cheeks,
but to me its just a journey.
The tear leaves a dark, damp,
and dangerous place,
it flows down the soft and tainted skin,
of lovers,
of fighters,
of quitters,
and friends.
A tear is driven by fantisies,
a tear is driven by home,
a tear is driven by the cold-hearted,
melting away souls.
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