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Teardrops

The silent teardrops on the White, taut skin. The rush of color to the Face, the reds, the blacks. A silhouette appears from the Deliberate motions of the Hand. So soft those silent Teardrops on the face.

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armando-a

American

Published: Jul 6, 2010
LinesWords: 837

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