Her black tears fall heavy
To the tattered tissues
Woven together page by page
Each line flows on
Like a steady rain
Taking shape of solemn words
Her tissues well worn
Read so perfectly
A voice never seen so clearly
Never spoken nor heard
Everyone knows it
Hears it a little differently
Reads it all the same
No one knows it
No one knows her
So they keep reading the tissues
Reaching for their own
Allowing the tears to fall
HEAVY, HARD, & BLACK
Until the ink runs out








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