My eyes betray me
Leaking
Even as my lips
Curl in a smile
A drop along my
Cheek
For losses minor compared to
Death
Another slides 
Along the edge
Wandering 
No buckets to catch
The indescribable 
I make you laugh
the clown in me
sees the irony.

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