The Sound of a Teardrop

Wall and painting, Rubik's cube the shifting sands and changing mood. Inner demons and burning pain. Emotions leak like pouring rain. Forgetting old, moving on to new seems a rather impossible thing to do. Then can you cry and still hold ground? I can shed a single tear and never make a sound.

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