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Jul 2018
Tears
They’re said not to be for men
But then again
When touched and in pain
Its considered sane
To let them rain
Down your cheeks
Forming little creeks
Hurrying to the crying mouth
With curled lips
The voice slips
Out little sobs and sighs
Connecting to inner ground
Not happy but sound,
Alive
Written by
grahame rourke
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