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Chemicals, is that what creates tears

in the corners of these green eyes?

I haven't looked through water-filled goggles in years.

Yet three times, three times, three times!

                                              The gavel falls

to my guilt of innocence with affairs

                                              of the heart.



Now away the judge sends me

to a solitary cell

where voices lose their luster

and storytellers run out of tales to tell.



And the cells deep inside of me

whether with little gray bars or

moving, trapped in this doomed body,

release chemicals that only exist

when with foreign fallen angels;

two condemned irises still mist.