allow me to cry
just a little
tonight, i want to taste
my saline tears
to remind me there was
a smile before
the many bitter winds
do not think me weak
when you see the tears
sometimes
the soul needs be cleansed
of jagged edges
that stale hope leaves
you shall not hear
a word of lament, not
of sad songs
i fumbled with, learning
not, of cuts and bruises that left
names and faces
to cushion the void
of vanished dreams
allow me to cry a few tears
tonight
and then let them
dry on my cheeks
to soften the withered laughters
we may never again
hear
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