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Nov 2012
The essence of one's soul
Soothing, cleansing,running
Freely down the cheek
Allowing one to release feuding
Thoughts held inside.
A sign of weakness
To the outside world
Even though everyone has to sometime
Alone in the dark,
Crying to herself
As she tries to forget the pain.
The amateur poet
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The amateur poet  Wantage, NJ
(Wantage, NJ)   
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