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When the baby died
she sent me a victorian tear bottle.
Cobalt blue and ornate.
The premise is once you fill it with tears,
your grief is over.
So i sat it on a sunny window sill,
where the tears would disappear
because a teaspoon of tears
would never be enough.
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Lovely and heartbreaking! Never heard of a tear bottle, so that caught my attention. Thank you so much for sharing!