Crying

I’m crying dry tears

advantage me

you can’t tell I’m crying

maybe

my heaving chest

is breathless excitement

maybe

my vacant eyes

are stoicism

maybe

I’m just granting you comfort

from my emotion

or me

defense

from your intrusion

dry tears

should be handled

like dry ice

i’m a hazmat

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