Your tears-
Do the tear you up?
And sort you into tiers?
Are they tyranny or treason?
Reasonably torn from your fabric?
A tariff of your soul's gentry?
Ay. They are a rooftop terrace.
A stage on which we face our terrors.
Love prevails when you carry your tears in pails.
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