Crying

I want to let it burst at the seams – the thin barrier between the world and me 

Salt water crashing in waves through our lenses –

Gland, duct, aqueous, cornea.

Dripping slowly as they curve, slow perforated lines. 

Why do i still dream in those dulcet tones of romanticism, in that small voice of hope? 

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