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Tears of Joy

I tired to break myself of you.

I couldn't. 

I love you. 

You said you love me back. 

You love me back...

And something I've never known before,

has pushed itself past the depths

of the bilious heart to come shinning

through to draw the curtains back

flipping the rusted latch that gives me

liberty to open the windows of my soul. 

I did not mind to be

the cause of my own demise, 

I did not mind torture for I was comforted

sick with solitude. Then silence turned vicious

and spat cruel doubts to infect your smile;

I had made you suffer;

it has made me weep. 

I will bury myself in

your arms again till the

sun goes black and the

world turns a quiet din.


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