we
your songs
spinning
in your head
know
better
are
clever
feel
weather
you're gone or not
we know
you've been planning
to abandon
your mission
we know
the feeling
the unripe
eating away
at your healing
God knows
we know
they know
you know
you are stronger than that
you are a meloncholic
sack of bones
romantic
frail
girl
love does hurt
it's in your fingers
it's in your soul
we your blood
your DNA
feel the prick of loneliness
write it, love
write till it rains
write to right the wrongs he writes
write to find the stars and sky
we write, girl
for you
don't stop believing
it's true
--Stefanie Almendárez
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