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CRY
I felt my heart slide down my chest swallowed by
the stomach, heart beat like a nervous pulse
in search of a exit strategy,
painful.
Sour tears bitter sweet, weather metaphor
in a storm of emotions prolonging every
teardrop in memory of you,
sad.
Comfort lost in search for a steady shoulder to vent
reasons for my cry. I wish i knew why tears are
the rain of the soul but, a rainbow awaits,
Cry.
