Flow my tears. Flow. (CPC)

photo by Small Circle Big Circle

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If I could just

let tears

flow down my cheeks.

Now.

Let tears,

now,

stream down my flesh.

.

Could the pain

in my heart,

the pain of time

past and gone,

be enough,

now,

to wash

my sins?

.

Could my tears,

now,

heal me

and

save me

from what

I have done,

from what

I could have done

or what

I should have done?

Wash

the lost,

the abandoned,

the misjudged,

what so often

just got

mistaken?

The hurts

I inflicted

upon others

and those that

others

inflicted

upon me?

.

Flow, my tears.

Flow.

Over the past

forever gone.

But mostly,

now,

over my cheeks

and over my flesh

simply

living in pain.

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by CPC