The tears flowed down cheeks of red
Droplets of anguish
Forming rivers of hurt
No pool to seep into
Wiped clear with tissues
Only to require more
Blotting out the pain
Yet not restraining the flow
And the sobs accompanying the tears
Like an Orchestra of loves lost music
Never again to be played
Without further tears
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