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[the universe grants me my every wish,
it is i who don't know how to wish right.
i keep forgetting, inspiration
will always have a hidden agenda.]

........
and this one comes for the silly little girl,
who gets torn every time she feels a lie.
she won't see, yet she won't truly go blind.

inspite of the dirty roads of scars across her skin,
she will hear a bluebird sing, and
as her mouth forms a stupid grin,
silly little words will spill from a single eye.

she might clutch a lighter in her hand,
she might wander through the sweets of her heart.
she might try to deny, yet
her sentences will fold, and
roll off the old book of rhymes.

mama will see her hands,
papa will call her name,
her bare feet will bleed, yet
she won't hurt,
she won't hurt no more.

she will sing the same line,
for hours on end,
swinging to and fro,
on the hammock that was
burnt years and years ago.

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