Friday, June 10

surely she will

do not mad at her
she urged herself to a deep silence
she covered her face with the pillow
she slept with her eyes opened
she sure wiped every tears
but they couldn't stop streaming down her face

do not mad at her
she burst herself like an exploded grenade
she screamed at the empty walls and ceilings
cursing the wind, bashing the ants
as they passed through her

she sure wiped every tears
now she is mad at herself

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