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fly under the wallpaper
flower in the field.
in seas of sorrow, a glimmer
small light to light a way.
but light cuts no roots
with those blind, black and blue.
how do we know who’s drowning?
when we’re both below
crying.
bodies broken, painless meet.
painful leave, the broken keep.
my eyes can’t take,
what pain it makes;
see beyond skin-deep,
reaping what you weep.

tears follow the tracks,
of aged creases, old beyond the mind;
not so young as the heart.

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