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Her tears, like drops on dewy grass
Formed before the sun does see the sky
Reflecting like a mirrored glass
Slowly slides with a softened sigh,
Coursing along the painful panes
Of a face pallored so sickly pale,
Like an echoing of lonely trains
Running through an emptied vale.
Sliding along the wall she creeps,
To rest upon the cluttered floor
Knowing no longer why she weeps
Blankly staring out the open door
Her last thoughts of what the world will think
When they find her blood inside the sink.
10/19/2009
AJP
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