Tears

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Sweet, salty, wet tears

I've known you all my years

What do I do with you

You're like a constant flu

Tears you flow like a river

As much as the ocean

Which you do often

There ain't no stopping

Weeping, moping, bawling

Crying until there's no more

Later throats becomes sore

Then soundlessly sleeping

Red puffy eyes in the morning

Dried up lines of tears

Greets people by faking smiling

Another amount of tears

It's like a ferris wheel

As night comes

So does new fresh tears

Until it turns numb

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