• cweveretts 10w

    Tear Duct

    Black lights floating on a memory,
    Where neon rests on a night of foam.
    Played the wrong card,
    And now I'm left with a cracked board.
    A faded white glow,
    Spawned from tree and stick,
    Where crying for one's mother,
    Is really to become their nature.
    Crying a cry that can only drop the tear,
    But only when blood flows from a duct.
    I guess in the end sense is black,
    But waiting for her keeps a box without mail.
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