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Apr 2015
if tears where cold,
would the eyes turn blue
would they sting less
and instead taste like sugar

Would they stop when i asked them to
turn warm instead of cold on my face
calm me down instead
and massage my face

My head shouldn't have to ache
when my heart's torn with rage
and face turn into a steamy mess
when soul's a confused wreck
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   Rachel Dawn
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