Words Unspoken
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Tear.
I'm a tear.
I've been here before.
I know her perfumed fingers.
I know the cold cold floor.
Every time you leave her.
Every time you don't call.
When she can't help herself,
It's my job to fall.
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