Crying Eyes

March 25, 2011
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Eyes, sparkling within the sun of elder, I look and see exhaustion. I cry, feeling the weary touch, upon the shoulder I've known to be strong. I need you, for the sad, sad sobs scream out in angry passion for the hatred of the constant feeling of tired. Love, I cry when I look upon those weary, sad eyes.

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