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She cries streams

Streaking arms

That don't

Belong to her.



Clear tears

Pitter-patter

Clitter-clatter

No tick-tock

No beat

No clock.



Those poems you hate

Will never decorate

Your naked walls.

Those poems you hate

Chronicle the rise, the fall

The fall

My fall

Was all

My fault...



Those poems you hate

Make my pain,

My pain is good for

The only thing pain is good for

Which is

Good art...