Tears

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You cry,
Hard.
Tears.
Surrounding light,
Noise.
I stare.
Stare oblivious.
Guilty.
But of-?
Not sure.
You cry, mike comforts,
I feel terrible.
Terrible of what goes on.
I get water for you,
You smile,
Something is behind that grin,
Yet I don't know?
Please, let me.
Let me be your wipe for your tears.
I'm here.

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