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My tear
It no longer hides behind the emerald green
Now it has come out
With its soft touch
It has kissed, and caressed
Even wandered off its path
Its wet texture is not caused by laughter this time
Yet by heartbreak
It ends
No longer will the same tear touch or kiss thy lips
It has reached the end of its path
Falling in mid air, and breaking on the bareness of the floor
Never to be born again.
