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Wednesday, April 06, 2011

My eyes saw your tears

My eyes saw your tears
I think I may have said too much.
My lips spat, crimson red dripped from his arm.
As though miming in a glass box,
His silent cries resonated in my head
Tear by tear by tear by… I fell down.
Guys. Hard, but fragile;
Armored, but not impermeable;
Resolute, but huMAN.
May be it was the unreachable badge,
Or the key at hand.
But I felt my tongue slice through you.