Tears
Who knows what leaks
from the eyes of children.
The salty pain that drips
and boils on the trembles of their lips.
Wishing that the doors to their past
could be closed like eyelids.
Unable to flash memories like repetitive blinks.
Each blink making the eyes heavy,
causing it to overflow,
becoming empty and purified.
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