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Jun 2013
tears make sense
they're that extra rinse
that your brain can't get to
they're that admission of fear
you didn't think you'd clung to
they're the rain
that grows the seeds of madness
they're the moon
that pulls in the tides of our own sorrows
they make sense
but oh how i wish
they wouldn't come
Written by
Elizabeth Rowan
437
   --- and karin naude
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