A tear streams down,
Caressing and undressing
The fear inside your heart.
Tucked down below your skin,
Innocence is losing resonance,
To expose a worn, loving soul.
One born, within this darkness,
Or perhaps despite it.
It fights, for it's voice,
Inside a chasm of injustice.
Defeat inevitable,
Is rhythm to its cadence.
Thus, a tear streams down,
Caressing and obsessing,
Onto the floor, Into my heart.
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