The Keeper of Tears

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She’s sitting on the precipice

Of everything

She never allowed

Everything she could still be.

Perfectly pulchritudinous

In who she already is.



She likens staying to being

An ascetic

And, in her resolve to leave

She rolls her reluctant tears into a tissue

Folding them away,

Filling the cup’s inevitable emptiness.



The keeper

Of tears.

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