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Tears roll down my face

Build a wall on my pillow

Cacoon me so

I may never leave

Weaving together like memories

Of other times I've cried



I stare at the ceiling

Or where it would be

If the room wasn't so dark

Or my eyes woven shut by the

memories

Of other times I tried



The moonlight stops at my window

The curtains closed

The shade drawn tight

Both woven from the toughest stuff

That, once, I might have been



No more "could be's" or even wishes

At last the thread has run out

My last breath chokes on crying

Breaks on memories

But I will never cry again



Tears weave a body

Upon the birthing loom

I cry myself to death

And wake in my new mother's womb