My tears make patterns
down my cheeks
like spider webs
in the morning fog.
Drops hanging by a thread
of water
on my face
your eyes so deep
as pure as my love for you.
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My tears make patterns
down my cheeks
like spider webs
in the morning fog.
Drops hanging by a thread
of water
on my face
your eyes so deep
as pure as my love for you.
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