he saw those tears.
and i warned that they were not his to keep.
i once stood, impressed. proud.
for it seemed, i had been reformed.
but, now i lay here, sheepish.
because those tears were his, all along.
and i've been reformed.
just not the way i should have been.
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Writing by Marilyn Souza
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