Tears

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thousands of tears

Rush down my face.

Inside my mouth

Blood is all I taste.

Blow by blow

I take the hits in

through all of it

Not a sound I make.

I bite back 

Every ounce of pain

through hitting me

What does she gain?

A thousand tears

rundown my face

but not a single sound escapes

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