A Red Tear Rolls Down White Flesh
A red tear rolls down white flesh
The first tear in years
But it does not help
Maybe more tears will
But they don’t
Red tears rolling down white flesh
Do not help
Even if clear tears would
But don’t come out
Red tears do not help
Yet still they’re wept.
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The Lonely Recluse.
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The Lonely Recluse
now what inspired this?…
Life inspired it, read the poems all this week, you’ll understand.
The Lonely Recluse.