and all that i can see
comb through these streets
-your footsteps as fine as follicles-
and i realise there are some cities
that will never forgive me.
i spent a whole night
examining
the size of my pupils
8 balls
squeezing out of their sockets.
you didn’t see me
walking to school with
tears streaming down my face
i felt like i was 5 years old
if i could have found a softer way to cry
we'd be dancing ballet on my cheeks.
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