Tears

Tears,
gut-wrenching pain,
stinging rain,
hurting, bottling,
hurtling, tossing,
cheek-burning,
soul-churning,
silent,
wailing,
dark,
flailing,
pain.

The precipice,
chasm of deep,
insanity,
sleep.
Permanent escape.
Hurling through space,
tethered to...

Laughter,
gut-splitting pain,
cleansing rain,
healing, washing,
hurtling, tossing,
cheek-burning,
soul-churning,
silent,
wailing,
bright,
flailing,
laughter.

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  1. UnknownMarch 27, 2009 at 1:10 PM

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