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They fall one by one,
Too slowly for the immense pain they conceal.
Each one, the body’s useless defence,
To a pain that can’t simply be washed away.
They fall one by one,
A salty sensation on the tongue.
A salt that no matter how many times it’s tasted,
It never heals the wound.
They fall one by one,
But they are not alone.
Each one takes the same path as the last,
Encasing the face in an invisible veil of grief.
They fall one by one,
No need for dust or other irritant.
They are born from something you can’t wipe away in a second,
A pain that can’t be erased from the depths of once carefree eyes.
Eyes are the pathway to the soul, aren’t they?
Then is each tear drop a piece of that soul?
Its journey over,
Cut short by the cruel injustice of the world.
