I cry

often enough
several times a month
certainly once, or twice a week
much more often than men are to

Tears do not come off disgust in the presence of the abominable

The most sincere tears come not from pain, not from ugliness, not from frustration.
I cry for joys, on emotions, often while witnessing the gentle human in exchange with another

Crying may squeeze tears, it may not, it may be the mere sensation of its possibility, without fruition

I cry for an all-encompassing smile, for beauty, and as the most emotional thank I can give

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