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*cry* by Jennifer Buteau

and so i will cry
not that tears will run down my cheek
and you will not hear me sob
i will cry the kind of tears
    that trickle from my spirit
i will weep and wail inside so only
    my soul hears its echo
my bottom lip never quivers
    but my heart does
when i have cried my spirit dry
and wailed my soul hoarse
i will breath deeply and wait
    for the next jag
maybe when i cry again i will be
    able to whimper so thunderously
    the whole world will hear
and i will not be frightened
    by a tear

Bio: Jennifer Buteau lives in Phoenix, Az. and can be reached by Email at TJBUTEAU@COX.NET.