Tangled and intertwined

He finds tears
in his sparsely scattered
laughter. These seeds are black
and soggy.

He cries in
between his laughs.
Sorrow finds travel in him,
till its roots swing low
and intertwine
with laces.

He tasted tears
washing his smile.
Salty. Warm. Familiar.
He fears he savoured it.

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