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Tears
by
Rusty Broadspear
Trickling, rambling, slowing, halting, rushing, ambling,
Birthed from such a powerful source,
They fall with the force
Of the soul of humanity,
Splashing into the slightness.
Atomizing emotions,
Into the nightness and lightness,
Converging and merging
Moistness bombing it’s way
Into the following days.
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