there is a soft behind your eyes
it wants normal and sanity
it wants to stand in the rain
so the tears don't show
it wants everything
and nothing to do with it
simultaneously
it holds all the broken pieces
calls it art and throws it around
a simple act of faith
there is a soft behind your eyes
it pleads for acceptance
for a place to rest easy
a garden with overly fragrant flowers
that will cloak the pain make
it pretty and more pleasing
than the blues embraced by birth rites
and bad decisions
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