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My tears are outward expression of my emotional depression. I tried some suppression but when it didn’t work I gave detention a shot. Tried so much to detain my emotional remains but all was in vain

Warm salty water they are , rolling down my cheeks sometimes at high speed and sometimes with speed of a snail. Unto my lips they assemble and straight into my mouth they went tasting like urine

Tears so colorful and bright, making people wish I’d never stop crying. My tears gives them joy and comfort but they fail to realize it is coming out of my discomfort. I figured out my tears are no waste which they are meant to be but a source of joy . So I never stopped

I know you wonder , some others will be under the stand, many will ponder how on earth do I know the taste of urine. It’s quite simple , it’s experimental. Collect the two specimens and examine with taste , equal measurement

<sub>[First Edition Here](https://steemit.com/poetry/@olumideolowoyeye/rainbow-tears)</sub>

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