Tears
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Mark R Slaughter
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triggered birth
slow swell of pond
brims along the lid
clear clean love
portrayed inside a
liquid gem
warms the senses
like a waiting bath
soothing to the sight
heart
dark margins
art of eyeliner
add contrast
compensation for the
blur of blue iris
culmination
overflows
a broken stream
in resignation
she knew she
couldn't leave
her weakness
e'er to grieve
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012
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