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Messy

Heather Dyer


When you cry
I try
to pick up your tears
and stuff
them back in.

I don't want to
chip
your glazed eyes,
but we can't have tears
lying
around, he
hates
a mess.

Please be shocked.
It's easier
when your eyes are big.

There. All packed.
You're ready to go.
For me, I need a little
time alone.
I've really been a
mess
lately.

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