First Aide to the Soul
Teardrops fall
each one minuscule
a drop
in the bucket of life
to be collected
and stored
for us to wade in
when times are
not so difficult
not so stressful
and far easier
They are the balm
to our bruises and burns
Twisting the Leaf 
Aww baby. I want so desperately to make it better and soothe your jagged soul
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