Let wet traces of tears meet even more wetness
yes, let the rain wash off your secret tears
all of it runs wildly like a rivulet in Springtime
but does it wash off what brought on those tears?
No, nothing is that wet, or that wild
nothing in the world measures secret sorrows
they make their own trails, deep inside
perhaps they even end up new rivulets
an avalanche or a lake of tears, what a souvenir
something that may erode the base of you
or turn the personality of what's you quite rusty
those tears may even be the place you drown
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