In long, black streaks
Across my cheek
Down my face
Smearing my eyes
And my letters,
Smudged
With my remains
And my tears
Your essence
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| It runs In long, black streaks Across my cheek Down my face Smearing my eyes And my letters, Smudged With my remains And my tears Your essence |
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