everything has to be
so deep in the crevices
by now
i have wrinkles i could name
after you
the tears come on often
are strings of broken pearls
that cascade down my cheeks
when i stop myself
and consider everything
i become an impossible
weight and i have to carry
myself like i am as light
as daybreak
but i am sadder than all that
weightier than dusk
wading through my unfettered
self and i do not like all that
i see.
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