It's been a year,
since I shed that first tear.
I still carry that tier,
the tare that I am,
Oh, how light it is,
as it holds in this tier,
and as the tiers,
of this tare,
begin to wear so thin,
I begin to tear,
at the tiers,
of this tare that I am,
to set free the tier.
It's been a minute,
since I shed that last tier.














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