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[mtheoryrules]

the saline solution

Hard bought
that soft line
thin red rim
intense as the passing
of time
where bodies cry
and a tears
journey
that long way
from fears
across a droplets frolic
the follicle fields
that gentle rolling
plain, here we go
again
cross blushing cheek
from the corner
of pain
they leak
from the soul
onto the canvas of life
the color of sorrow
is clear, in strife
the saline solution
emotional pollution
reinventing the term
revolution
avoiding the absolute
resolution