Yet Another Infinite Poem by Eric Shelman

Tearing up like an upset baby

trying to calm my nerves

drying out my eyes 

from geysering tears falling out

of my eyes streaming my cheeks

Chin, mouth and overflowing off of my chin

falling on my chest soaking my shirt.

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