A Tear Comments

Life, without limbs, appearing like a small mud pox to unbox; sighted a faceless tone hits, says no note or word, thrusts pain into your heart: waits for a fox in one eye, echoing a deep, sharp, painful reaction in me.

Dot forms a tiny drop, flickers strip rape, and changes are made inside my body, increasing it faster: out the eye hurt escape, wobbling its anger, seeing a mound pile like a rock.
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