The angriest girl in the world

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I see your face

and wonder about all

the messes you make

when walking the world

asleep

 

The pain in your eyes

has hunger pangs

as you slowly starve

in Perfection’s demise

 

What is it that makes every day

a life worthy of snaps

on the edge of your tongue

 

Like whiplash

you walk in

flicking storms in the path

of those expecting soft rain

 

It is hard to be near

your field of pain

when mine is so permeable

like a sheet

sewn from clouds

 

And I fear

one day

these clouds

will turn grey

and rage as you do

washing everyone away

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