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Delicate Thoughts


Eyes red, dried tears on her cheeks;

On the roof she sits with pen and paper

Describing the beauty of the street lights

The sound of the rustling trees

And her inability to take in so much beauty.

 

She stands silent, fifteen feet above ground

Oh God she feels alone with her thoughts.

She is overwhelmed with feelings.

She’s gonna leave life the first chance she gets.

 

Oh God on the edge of life or death

A letter she vigorously wrote stained with tears

Sat on her windowsill and fluttered on the ground alongside her.   

 
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