because that's all you can do.
These words grow in your pocket,
delightful thorny vines.......
We are,
Will be,
Never more,
Ever was,
Frozen.
scraped along windowsill
climbing, scramblingbreaking vases they call Beautiful
because there must,has to be,
is a way in
Unsure,
can't you see
I'm breaking?
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