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the crow on my balcony

does not belong here

just like my sadness

just like my grief

what does it feel like? he asks

and i say

it feels like holding a nail in your right palm

and closing your fist while you know it's there

but you choose to hurt yourself anyway

and it's going green this wound is going green and acrid

and i will have to amputate it but what am i supposed to do

without a limb? what do i do when everything goes missing?

where do i go?

i don't know, he caws

sounds like you broke your own heart, though, stupid

i am just broken hearted all the time and i don't know what to do about it
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