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I can’t remember if 
I cried when your soul wrapped Around my frail neck 
And when your words lost their golden worth 
(Yet I continued to cling to them because you were my Oxygen... 
Or maybe heroin).

No, the empty waters 
That rained upon my cheek 
Came flooding later-
After the breezes turned bitingly cold and cruel, 
And I turned my shoulder away from your fleeting touch.

The music lifted the clouds of poets’ broken words, 
and the ocean held its secrets close in its frothing crystal waves, 
and the wind rode freely on the endless land, and you kept me captive.

Now I sit in front of 
The reflection. 
The girl in the mirror-
She brushes away her worries 
with flurries of powder and thickly penciled lines.