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A single teardrop
rolled over her face
alone, by itself

Reflecting in
it's glistening
the rawness
that engulfed
those eyes ...

A shattering pain
sketched within
the deep turmoil
held by those eyes ...

If it were not
for that single tear
the raw pain
echoing through
an aching soul
would never
have been
discovered

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