A tear can trickle,

down your cheeks,

but to me its just a journey.

The tear leaves a dark, damp,

 and dangerous place,

it flows down the soft and tainted skin,

of lovers,

of fighters,

of quitters,

and friends.

A tear is driven by fantisies,

a tear is driven by home,

a tear is driven by the cold-hearted,

melting away souls.

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