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I knew a woman Trinket to little pieces Puzzles making frowns and faces She lay, lay down blankets and tablespoons For a man who looked at her With a quivering, ivory eye She grew to him, Shockingly a bud meeting rain Thirsty for him Leaving what she thought she was Behind for a man like him And she told me She had no idea what he was Behind closed garage doors He bled a little every day, she said Till there was nothing left He burned away his wick And hung, string-like from a beam Swaying in a wind she never knew she blew She left herself in his arms Now she doesn't smile the same I know, though I met her Long after Now she doesn't sleep, but sedates Now she walks on blades of glass But so kind So good She never fell like he did I never think I knew her Like she was As what she was just cries But what she built Talks to me Lets me know there are people who keep going Through her smile She lets me know
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 7:59 PM UTC
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I knew a woman Trinket to little pieces Puzzles making frowns and faces She lay, lay down blankets and tablespoons For a man who looked at her With a quivering, ivory eye She grew to him, Shockingly a bud meeting rain Thirsty for him Leaving what she thought she was Behind for a man like him And she told me She had no idea what he was Behind closed garage doors He bled a little every day, she said Till there was nothing left He burned away his wick And hung, string-like from a beam Swaying in a wind she never knew she blew She left herself in his arms Now she doesn't smile the same I know, though I met her Long after Now she doesn't sleep, but sedates Now she walks on blades of glass But so kind So good She never fell like he did I never think I knew her Like she was As what she was just cries But what she built Talks to me Lets me know there are people who keep going Through her smile She lets me know
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 7:59 PM UTC
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