blotching ever so unsightly around the edges
The violin was playing like a broken nail upon glass
as it oozed lullabies into our ears
Blood was about your mouth like lipstick applied with a shaky hand
and the corners of your lips drew down with the wilting of discarded watercolors on an envelope
You slid in and out of darkened crowds like freedom denied-ungraspable
Unwanted on the street-corner and questionably clothed, you wore your boots unlaced
Tripping over the most fabricated of lies, you told me to look at the moon
I did
And it slid out of your pupil
like a dusty snowflake
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