Cleansing emotions, healing cracked hearts, pain washed away by tears.
Hurts and disappointments streaming down my face.
Poison mixed with salty tears, bleeding from raw and swollen eyes.
No tourniquet can halt the flow, no bandage will absorb,
a gentle sprinkling or a cascading waterfall.
Thoughts control the flood gate allowing tears to fall.
I wish I had a water jet to scrub you from my mind.
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