There was so much left
when falling stopped short
and crawling inside another's mind
left her tangled up in smoke
and I wonder if she knows
There's not much to be done
when half dreams freeze
and green things squish to mush -
turned rancid black and pale -
and I wonder if she knows
That twisted down and frayed
does not mean broken
just as light came on the darkest night
moon tears matter less overall
and she will be just fine.
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