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Drop The Tears
No-one likes to see tears, that
Liquid form of human distress,
Yet human life being what it is
They render make-up a mess
I'd never observed you weep
Your trusting eyes always dry,
Till catching me with Matilda
Made you break down and cry
Tears clear the air like a purifier
Provoking a quantum of sympathy
From anyone that can summon
A minimum degree of em...
Tuesday 24th November 2020 10:46 am
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