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Sometimes pearshaped

women meltdown

Onto concrete

Splashing sun and

sidewalk insects

Down by these feet

Sometimes puddles

terrify me

As they gaze up

Scrap of paper

floating crumpled

I can't pick up


No one's ever gonna

find out from this

shut mouth

Just be sure to keep

these eyes closed

they can read those

Sometimes people use

their sound holes

Pointed at me

Rusty winds groaning

down alleys

Blow right pas me

Sometimes pipes

creaking inside here

Know me too well

Flesh and steel I had

carved up

For a farewell

Too late

I'll never wish for it

but now it grows inside

just like a moth

Moth /

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