CRUMBLING JUST LIKE THAT

those rivers

that streamed down my cheeks

left nothing but canyons

for quite some time.

there was nothing gentle about it –

couldn’t see

that it was god’s way

to show that tears

need large cradles

to handle melodramatic

out of the ordinary unnatural situations.

 

 

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