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I've ran out of henckerchiefs.

Tears invaded my lids.

A river that flows so deep.

A current so strong, almost sea deep.

Tired eye, hands that drip.

Now a tower like a sponge sucks up all the liquid.

Splash your way out of my stream,

Suddenly, like a pond so dry, no need for you down these streets.       

Finally, the towers are back to its own deeds.         

Now H2o I only drink,

And tears of joy, but occassionally  . 
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Tears, by Ursula Payano 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
Solomon Kamara More than 1 year ago
Enjoyed reading
Donnie Royster More than 1 year ago
i love it
Ursula Payano More than 1 year ago
The point being made a rejection for tears, an acceptance only if it is through happiness. The water comparison is meant to describe the constant tears.
Gary Higdon More than 1 year ago
:) love for water i take it
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