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Published: 2009-08-19 02:44:16 +0000 UTC; Views: 82; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 3
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Down my cheek,water drops.
softly.
lightly.
filled with hatred,
yet,
each tear,
is wasted.
Each lie,
forgotten.
Each move,
ever so slightly, makes me wince.
As i lift my head to see you,
you don't notice.
But that single tear,
shows, how i long to be yours;
how i wish you were mine.
And, still, a second tear trickles.
Making you stare away,
forgetting,
ignoring,
the agony in which that one glistening, dro of water,
equals so much more.








