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Watch me cry

Tears are not unfinishable In the ducts of my eyes There are tears of joy Have I bled tears of pleasure? Mine are from deep my heart Those of anguish, sorrow and self-pity. My mother diagnosed with cancer A brother diabetic, a sister maniac And I have just joined the fray insomniac Now, see childish tears from my adult eyes Innocence is traceable in their trickles Count their droplets, if you have suitable lensesJust watch me cry.

Š Mashell Chapeyama

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