weeping as the willow does:
constant.
unapologetic.
it never ends,
it never ends,
it never ends.
the scars down your left arm
allow even strangers in
to see the places where you've been.
this window always open
to your little world
your sad little world
and open all it can be
for it has been unhinged
its pane shattered.
an empty frame is all that's left
and all you'll ever be
to anyone
anywhere
fits within it.
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