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Wasted Tears
By Anaelle
They fall
And they drop
Splashing on the floor
Soaking into skin
Cooling hot cheeks
They always come in a flood
Emotions being drowned...
...Into numbness
Salt against your tongue
Why do you kiss them away?
When they're not for you...
Do you feel my pain?
When you catch them...
...On your fingertips
I always wonder
When they soak into your skin
Are you taking apart of me?
Am I giving them away willingly?
Crystaline...captured
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Published on Saturday, January 27, 2001.
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"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
I do like your intensity, the way you draw the cinches until everything is tight and hard, the light focused to a little bright dot that's ready to burn.
Nice work. Very nice
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On Monday, June 7, 2004, Jonas
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wrote:
an interesting look at tears... little bottles of the deepest you soaking like acid into the blood of another. what things would you see?
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