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Monday, November 13, 2006

Secret Tears

Your words
Tiny daggers
Casually tossed my way
The blood flows

Your stare
Molten lava
Burning my flesh
With its malice

Invisible tears
Flow in silence
Masked by the rush of water
From the showerhead

My wounds are hidden
Felt but never seen

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