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Jan 2016
I could feel a surge of tears
rippling through my eyes
and  if anyone dared to try to speak to me
or look at me too closely
or try to hug me
or even touch me gently on the arm or hand
the tears would all spill out,
blinding me
and I'd cry for a week
Zoromir
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Zoromir  United Kingdom
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