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Jun 2016
My ears act as bowls
For tears when I cry.
My heart turned to holes
When you wished you would die.

Trust has been tested,
Left weakened and tried.
It's earth that's eroded
By tears that I cried.

Refusing to move,
You sat in the storm.
I offered you shelter,
But you hate the warm.

With ears full of tears
I braved the rain.
For you, I was drowned
in a sea of your pain.
Written by
   eleanor prince and Lior Gavra
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