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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I do not cry

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Buried in the sand
a million grains holding her down
Until each tear became a rain drop
slowly diminishing her frown

As the salty water drops
washed away the sand
trying to hide the grains
He was holding within his hands

Upon his face he wears a mask ,
behind which hides confusion,
Beneath it he finds strength,
Strength within an illusion

He hurt and lied to the face of love
his four leaf clover
his elegant dove
Something so perfect has gone to waste
his lucky charm
Forced herself to forget his taste

Sleep walking yet wide awake
Embrassing the truth f...

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