His Tears

Loss of grip lets loose a frown

Liquid time is tumbling.

When truth is crystallised

Why should he hide?

 

Pure emotion refracts our crooked image,

Honesty strikes beneath.

When ache precipitates

Why do we turn away?

 

A glistening comma should not separate us

Like a full stop.

No one is crafted from steel

Why should you conceal?

 

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