Onions and Tears

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They
Slice and
Bleed open
As
They cut my
Blue veins
Out

It
Starts with
A drop then
It
Flows with a
Rush and
Stops.

The
Water
Coming from
My
Eye falsely
Drips out
For

This
Onion
Is a smoke
Screen.
Pain resides
Deep down
Here

The
Exes
I still miss
The
Memories
I choose,
Haunts.

Vera

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