#171-Imprints
18/01/2018
Why are you crying?
I’m not.
But I see teardrops.
They’re not mine.
Then whose?
A lover with a broken heart.
Why do you keep them?
Because they’re real.
I don’t understand.
Soon they’ll dry in the sun,
And I’ll feel them in my heart.
Silence…
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