Like a tear running

like a tear running

She was a hippy-girl in a city

known for rain

that could not stop running

down her cheeks.

She could always count on

pricks of the past

to cause pain

keep her running like tears

down her cheeks.



Unveiled, untamed

sunrise offers new breath of

beauty that never rests.

Inside the armored chest

secrets are held

like mountains by fog

as each sip of life becomes

a thirst for more.

Breathe in, remain


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