Three
one two three
around a table
cups of tea
untouched, going cold
tear-stained eyes
stare off at nothing
faces red
and bodies shaking
memories
their parents making
one two three
seen more than they should
run away
inside their own heads
sit so close
they're oh so distant
sad eye girls
who deserve much more
know this time
will not be the last
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