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Dec 2017
My eyes are itching,
"NO!" I utter to myself.
I always end up crying.
                                                                  
The first tear tickles, it sends
vibrations down my spine.
These keep on rolling,they leave me.
These precious tears of mine.                

I value my tears.
For they are mine and mine alone.
Only you can make me cry                  
and soften up this heart of stone.
Sydney Williams
Written by
Sydney Williams  14/F/Johannesburg South
(14/F/Johannesburg South)   
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     Medusa, Mims, Torontoisart, --- and Natalia
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