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Tears
perfect, crystalline spheres
roll down a face too slender
A face lined and weary
so tired of being teary
Cheeks once fat with health
torn and weakened by a wealth
of sorrow
Hearing a sound,
she turns
Looks and closes her eyes,
a doll of comfort in her arms
She silenty weeps
once more