Lachrymal fountain
Oozed from blue sockets
Served by red rioting
In chordal sacks.
I weep
Love is soon lost
It was not so yesterday
You were by my side.
The sea weds the shore
In a soothing embrace
Your body was touched
By my tears.
Salt-water well
Filled by round boreholes
Served by passioned heaving
Of hurt flesh.
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