Tears of a touch from one hand on my cheek,
The caress of your fingers and the softness of your skin.
Tears from the pain and the sights of your volgar way,
The knowledge of knowing but, doing nothing.
Tears that flow from the acidic rain on the illest nights,
Knowing the fear of not knowing.
Tears from a sweet sunset and the warmth of music in nature,
Your eyes in wonder through my eyes.
Tears of pain, chill, happiness, and light;
The wonder of one's heart in so much confusion.
Tears that spill in secret,
The wonders of who, what, where, why, and how.
Tears that cannot be in question,
Tears of no confession.
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