The Land of Grimney - The Illustrated Adventures of Cora Pearl, aged 12

You lick my salt tears
It is love.
I bury my hot face
into your coat
Cry your name.
It is comfort
That you never speak.
Your wisdom is your own.
You leave my thoughts
Unswayed.
Offering nothing
You take nothing away.
It is enough
That you taste my salt tears
And let me be.

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All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts...