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Mountains of wept on tissues

Piles in corners of hopeless once upon a times

Tear droplets are melting their oxygen.

And clothing cascading the floor as if they owned it

I'll read the books I used to read

And sing the songs I used to sing

I must have missed the inflections of

Heart-broken humor

The million times before.



It's raining tears

And I'm stained in saline



I threw away my tissues

Though they were dusted and worn

And I cleaned up my clothes

Though half were tattered and torn

I'll set up the picture frames that lost their faces

Stuck in drawers with sucked in sobs

With hours later, no way to see the traces

Now they know who they are again.



Maybe we're stuck in a mirror image

Of last December

For things have doubled over

Like a child's double-knotted mistake

That couldn't turn around

So now you cant see

How everything used to be

Searching so hard for the answer

That you scratched off the face of reality.

But is it coincidence our ears and nose

Seem to be a well-matched compatibility?



Were pretending to be faultless

But maybe all we need

Is to see that things get by

So try and reread

The storybook of you and me