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REAL Tears
by Stanley Knill
I cried
But no tears came
A passing crocodile spat at me
Wide-eyed, a little girl offered me her lollipop
I slit my wrists
But there was no blood
A passing vampire spat on me
A guy with AIDS stared at me as they put him in the ambulance
I opened my mouth
But there were no words
A passing poet laughed at me
I opened my heart
But it was empty
I felt her lips brush my face
Her tears falling down my cheek
A passing estate agent took her away from me
An old lady hit me repeatedly with her handbag
I opened myself as a shop
Selling myself cut-price
I gave myself away
There were no takers
I closed myself down
I spat at the crocodile
I bled on the vampire
I gazumped the estate agent
I hugged the girl who offered me her lollipop
I sat and held the hand of the guy with AIDS
I hit the old lady repeatedly with her handbag
And I cried
REAL tears
© Stanley Knill
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