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“She is real,”
I thought,
as a tear rolled down her cheek
onto my lips,
as I pressed her face to mine.
The saltiness on my tongue,
so human.
My own tears had long been
pent up, hidden,
waiting for whatever dam to break, that
held back the floodwaters of my heart,
blow it wide open.
She did, with
the taste of her tears.
