from a broken past its pining

a voice never far from whining

for her there's no silver lining

still has long lists of her goodbyes

kept a record of all their lies

hot tears bubble in her red eyes

a rip in an embroidered sheet

dust under other peoples' feet

why couldn't life be safe and neat?

if only she'd learned better tricks

how to absorb life's bitte...

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