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Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Analog Tears

I ran towards the jingle jangle
Small thin fingers
Grasped the handle
Whispers, whispers, whispers
Of fears
Dancing in the air
My heart pounding in my ears
No sound from trembling lips
Only through analog tears.



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*Allene Angelica*
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