she is fragile.
if the wind
blows her over
she'll break like
crystal. you'll
hear the tinkling
of her heart
and blue eyes
shatter like
an open sky full
of stars. pieces.
pieces of her.
everywhere. but
you'll be kind,
and gentle, you'll
take a soft broom
and sweep her
up into your arms.
it's the least
you can do.
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I would love to think that you would be kind....
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