I'd trickle tears of glitter
From my black-bead eyes,
Breeze-craving windows to my soul
Sewn to my integrity
Because when you whisk and cut my pullstring


In broken notes i shall resonate



"love me"



And i'll keep those tears forever
I'll affix them as crestfallen sequins
In front of my dilapidated doll-tux
That'll patch my emotions
Or what other people call my stuffings
So when you shake me violently
(maybe i'll lose an eye)


I'll still be smiling
With a threadbare beam








And no...
That aint avant garde my dears

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