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By Jane Doe Date: 2010 Aug 04 Comment on this Work [[2010.08.04.14.25.18049]] |
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(I've got my tear ducts trained. Like a window pane, it gets shady, murky, dusky from time to time. Rain water it stops on that old wooden panel. You won't see them drop. Chilly winds they dry them up. Jusz before they touch my sweet virgin cheeks.) Because, I don't want you to see me cry anymore. That's why. It's alright now, alright. |