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Tears Waiting
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Teardrop of Coloured Soul Tears in waiting, anticipating
the prisoner to call. Words in
service to the papers flung
like hand cream against
a brittle decaying wall.
Someone thinking, maybe
drinking the rest of the
night away. Preferring
happiness, finding it a
metaphor for thoughts
that are dwelling on a
battleground.
Wishes happening, the
first choice is always
the easiest. Lock the
door and throw away
the key. Walk away,
that is the answer to
tears waiting to form.
