Choking the ducts.

Standard

“Upon this tear”

I shed one

A thousand emotions follow
A pool of sorrow
Millions of synapses comes to view
Inner sanctity come up to morrow
There my eyes in full blur

To these cries goes unnoticed
To which pains I have been on

I fall
I weep
Kneel down and be humbled

At least you are here with me

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oct ’15. Orig vers, Refreshed= jun ’17

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