62 - Cry

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Mist decides to precipitate,

Slipping down my skin,

Madness condensed in droplets,

Drenching epidermal porcelain.

Contain the outpour early,

Its addicting once you start,

Who knew pain would hurt even when,

Its trying to depart.


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