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Trapped Teardrops

They clog the mind

Like dirt in sinks
That cannot be washed out,

As we try to pretend

We are happy, we destroy
The last of our joys.


So weep, my friends,
When you are sad

And weep, my friends

With joy otherwise.


Because these drops

Are only the drops

Of emotion,

Clean and clear

Purifying the system,

Like the water down the sink.

Author notes

'What happens to all the tears we do not shed?'
Jules Renard (1864-1910)

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  • BearWoman gold member
    April 27
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    Beautifully expressed!

    So succinct and to the point. Great write.


  • Jasmine Rayne
    January 26, 2008

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    I loved this. :] I love how it answered the quote's question. It goes with it extremely well. You've done a great job on this. ^_^