When It Hurts To Think

May 9, 2011
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She can’t sleep.
So she thinks.

Grandma’s Cherry Pie.
God’s don’t lie.
She cries.
She cries.
She cries.

Knowledge, she decides,
Is a possessive ex-boyfriend.
Why did she ever kiss the fruit?
Sometimes, she wishes she had just married ignorance.

No one tries.
By and by,
She cries.
She cries.
She cries.

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SagaLiSela This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 8, 2011 at 3:57 pm
That should be Gods* not "God's".
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