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Puddles Water In Her Hands
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Thought For Food she puddles water in her hands
invisible worms
and visible dirt
she barely makes out her face
quite visible pain
her reflection
and takes a sip as near
somebody takes a piss
in the soil
it leaks into the ground
into the well
the river is
you've got it hard, Maybe,
and it's getting worse
but you haven't, yet, Nearly
begun to learn
what a depression is
the way she lives
she cuddles brother on the land
invisible dusk
the day is so long
they barely make out the plains
the tears in her face
his infection
and out there parents say
somebody sends a kiss
craters soil
it leaks into the ground
into their blood
water boils
you've got it hard, Maybe,
and it's getting worse
but you haven't, yet, Nearly
begun to learn
what depression is
the way she lives
the way she lives
she huddles in hut as troops land
bring they love to her world
or come for the clothes
she barely seems covered in
quite visible pain
stone protection
shivers-throws as they get near
signed order lives in bliss
in a big house
she's sinks to the ground
forced to their arms
her parents dead
you've got it hard, Maybe,
and it's getting worse
but you haven't, yet, Nearly
begun to learn
what depression is
the way she lives
the way she lives
the way she lives
so young and old
the way she dies
barely more then bone
covered in flies
her brother
crawled the desert
a baby
separated
by kindgom swords
imperial scars
and tribal wars
remapping zones
raping lives
raping land
gripping flags
dripping hands
she puddles water in her hands
invisible worms
and visible dirt...
