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Tears

Crystal clear,
shimmering,
privilege enough to hold.

Full of fear,
breaking,
too valuable to be sold.

Ear to ear,
grinning,
only to hide what’s real.

Broken, dear.
retching,
lips ready to seal.

Unable to hear,
rolling,
magnificent to only one.

My tears,
falling,
forcing me to run.
Poem by XXonemoretimeXX