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I hate the taste of tears.
So salty and dry.
The experience I fear.
At night when I cry.

I hate the sound of tears.
Hopeless sniffles and sobs.
The pain too hard to bear.
The memories are fogged.

I hate the sight of tears.
Red eyes and wet faces.
Emotions are shared.
Undiscovered places.

& I hate all that's left.
That runs with the mind.
I hate the heart theft.
Leaving nothing behind.