Crying

by | Mar 25, 2024 | Poetry

It’s strange 
I never really minded crying 
In a way
A strange way 
It’s comforting 
The salty tears 
Wrapping me up in pure warmness
Reminding me that the hurt 
Means it was all real 
That the salty bitter taste of them 
Is something that even the devil knows

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