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Apr 2021
My eyes are heavy, and my heart needs rest. The tears I cry Are blessed from inside. Every Tear That falls, Goes through his fingers with the blessings of god. Not one touches the ground, Cleansing Each drop Before They fall into nothing at all. My eyes are light, And my heart is blessed, Because all my tears Have finally found rest!
Written by
Joe Quaale  49/M/Wash.
(49/M/Wash.)   
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