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In this house, we are not allowed to cry Such feelings are reserved for the King, Who is not allowed to be engaged with Who only exists for our awe In the house where we are not allowed to cry, We cry anyway Salt water corroding swollen cheeks Before beading on hardwood floor Holding back is a futile effort But a necessary one A retention of saline in hopes that it will Buoy the heart Drift away the soul In the waterlogged house without tears, There are no anchors to keep us at sea We scream until vocal chords become dissonance Become the snap of a bond cut clean The bruises will heal There will be no scars But the seasickness will get to us one way Or another And we will forget how to walk on steady ground Without feeling the turmoil of waves.
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Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 1:12 AM UTC
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In this house, we are not allowed to cry Such feelings are reserved for the King, Who is not allowed to be engaged with Who only exists for our awe In the house where we are not allowed to cry, We cry anyway Salt water corroding swollen cheeks Before beading on hardwood floor Holding back is a futile effort But a necessary one A retention of saline in hopes that it will Buoy the heart Drift away the soul In the waterlogged house without tears, There are no anchors to keep us at sea We scream until vocal chords become dissonance Become the snap of a bond cut clean The bruises will heal There will be no scars But the seasickness will get to us one way Or another And we will forget how to walk on steady ground Without feeling the turmoil of waves.
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Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 1:12 AM UTC
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