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Brianna
Countless ornaments dangle above me
cold open sore morning
the glimpse of relief through abuse
in a rotten syringe you'll crawl
hills have ugly
but we hibernate through decay
the eyes of pure beauty
sought me cornered astray
I showed them to innocence
before snipping them into gore
all the devils ran into us
she's running away from me
just to clown the frown aside
invasive betrayal
the dirty smile of an ochre city
this little girl held my troubled hand
like ocean waters cold to the touch
now we are infinitely estranged
I'll hear of some sirens
and sleep in the street
she'll grow up so terribly
like a violet in manhattan
