I can cry

I can cry; the glorious moon cheats the dazzling sun wanes the cloudy sky smirks the pudgy earth refrains I can cry; the man in the sidewalk eats the woman in bus denies the children on the playground smell the puppy on the stairway bites I can cry; the riddles in the book defy the maze and mouse are a lie the gun for a bullet doesn’t shoot the whistle in my palm doesn’t hoot. I can cry; the thoughts in my head lead astray the senses of my body can delay the questions I answered gave away the answers I’ve forgotten are a mistake.

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