Flow
Salty droplets of liquid runs from my eye sockets.
They no longer want to be locked in so they break free.
They keep running and don't look back.
They're not afraid to be seen.
YEA, they have feelings.
I bet you didn't know that when you induced them.
They no not where they go, just know they must.
There's a never-ending stampede down my face.
They've entered the race of relief.
It goes on for miles.
Yea, You caused this!
Do you even care?Can you even behold them?
They're beautiful!
Cus' see, at the finish line they will have found contentment and won the race of relief.
So I'll just continue to let them flow and meet them with their trophy.
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