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I asked her why her cheeks were wet,

her eyes blood red,

her wrists like a thousand still river beds.

I asked her

and she stared at me

soundlessly perfectly mimicking me.

I asked her why her face had sunken.

Dark eyes caved in.

With lips like glass, hers, splitting open.

I asked her

and she stared at me

soundlessly perfectly mimicking me.

We wiped our cheeks,

we turned away.

Maybe she'll talk tomorrow.




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