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Friday, March 11, 2011

Teardrop Masquerade

My heart is weeping
Silent tears
They flow quietly
Into the night
Better they stay hidden
Remain ghostly, out of sight
I keep them closely guarded
I hold them in my soul
Occasionally I count them
The loss each teardrop holds
If I regret one tear
It's the one that slipped away
Before I could bottle it up
In my teardrop masquerade

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