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Apr 2013
It glistens, descending slowly before it catapults itself at my heart.
That one shining window into the vault holding her pain. It scalds me.
The glare of that tears trail down her face is too much to bear;
I must look away before I too break down and weep.

Why do we put ourselves in this position?
At this point I can think of nothing worth her tears.
Written by
Cori Martin
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