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Jul 2018
Dried tears taste like salt,
And spit,
And snot,
And bitterness.
They stick to the back of the throat like a frog,
Burn when they come out,
And leave tear tracks of pain and sadness behind,
Like twisted presents.
I wrote this when I was crying.
Written by
Starlight  19/Transmasculine/Australia
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