![]() Don't cry.A Poem by RFDIIIMy cries are horrible things much more like convulsions than anything else They come and they go They ebb and they flow And I hope to hide them forever. Carrying pain, these shrill sounds only serve to push all that I'd pull. These vibrations wash all and wound all. Cutting heartstrings left and right like loveless tailors; what was anchored begins to drift, settled to shift away. © 2014 RFDIIIReviews
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