The salty tears run down my face.
Feelings whipped right on to my face.
Tears are our fears.
That fight between light.
The flight after seeing the light is the battle.
A wound deep with keep of the salt and tears.
My fears.
Fears are the battle wounds that should fear us.
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clasping roses {√}
Poesía❛❛no one was searching for what she was searching for..❜❜ From when I'm missing you. Dark thoughts take over. But when you leave. I have someone new. May 14 2017: Ranked 853 in poetry
