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years brimmed with men
their feats litter the years
lovers made me cry, life
not whole without tears
sprinkles of teardrop joy
tears of pleasure or woe
better than bland smiles,
tears with no place to go
tears springing universal
weeping tourists glisten
covering a million miles
for a man that will listen
each tear a badge of love
a validation ...
Saturday 22nd May 2021 11:17 am
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