A salty warmth
Trickles down her cheeks
Words on tip
Curl back in
Shivery spasms
Tighten her lips
A waterfall of hurt
Heavy lids
Glassy eyes
Her soul slowly dies
Soft whimpering sounds
Drops of grief
Some lost
Some found
Quiet weeps
To ascending wails
Her heart can no longer hold
Hold back no more
Her tears bring warmth
To the icy cold
I've lost my children
Let me lament
It's my torment
I've lost my freedom to die
At least let me cry
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