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Aug 2013
A single tear ran down his face
I captured that sadness between my lips



I tasted his pain, the sting of loss
& couldn't fathom why I loved the taste



Bitterness is not my flavor
but I've began to favor the pure grains of those salty tears
Emma
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Emma  LA
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