Challenge
Tell me a secret
Poetry or prose. Make it interesting :)
When I Am Alone
My tears rarely flow,
when they do, I note
their warmth on my face,
their salt to my taste,
'how they heal my fate.
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My tears rarely flow,
when they do, I note
their warmth on my face,
their salt to my taste,
'how they heal my fate.