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TeardropsTeardrops, Stream down my face, My heart is shattered, My soul is in pain. My heart longs For your gentle touch, My arms reach out To hold you, But..... You're not there. So..... Let these teardrops Trickle down, To the non-existance Of your love. Copyright Cynthia Jones Apr.8/2004 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Send Feedback/Comments |
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