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scraped off tears and laminated floors
collecting dust in our pockets
just like collecting memories

tilted heads and unhinged doors
blue and purple eyesockets
squinted at the seabreeze

bruised elbows and blood-spotted knees
our teeth bite into our lips

we are ready to run from our dreams
we are ready to fail to please

the crowd

we don't make no sound
                                                   when we fall

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