Sun, 11/09/2014 - 19:59 -- Jess_T

Sometimes tears stream

down porcelain cheeks

onto dry cracked earth.


Sometimes they fall

into fragile hands

that somehow hold up the world.


Sometimes they mix

with fresh blood

on scarred wrists.


But once in a while,

they soak a sturdy shoulder

and are accompanied

by a smile.


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