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My tears

I’m soaked with my tears,
For what seems like years,
They fall freely without consent,
And as I protest my pleas are bent,
My tears never stop not for a moment,
It really seems to suck don’t it,
They never dry out, never stop,
And endless stream in need of a mop,
The tears have no reasoning being,
But still I am here pleaing,
I’m soaked with my tears.



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