Past tears

June 2, 2009
By Minerva Benitez BRONZE, Reno, Nevada
Minerva Benitez BRONZE, Reno, Nevada
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Holding those
treasures, of my past
as I cry,

What cry, I sob
as my tears
become blood dripping
from a case that a solider
must face.

And I view
upon that
sadden corpse

Knowing nothing,
feeling the pain
and I cry!

I remember those
puddles of blood
everytime I think
of you.

So why
cry
now,

When I'm
over you!


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