Tears

Tears.
The ever present
crafty flood that drowns
the composure of the mighty,
blurs the overwhelming elegance
of the beloved queen, crumbles
the smooth soothing voice
of the ballad singer, and
scars the armour of
the brazen
warrior,

“welcome”

(Mumbles of the broken)

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