Donna Dolorical

Gaping windows of a weary soul
Raven vastness does enthrall
A dropp of tear, a trickle of thought
From frailty, courage be wrought
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Look at me
flesh drying up,
curling upon itself.
Limbs and fingertips
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The sand has been poured in
The water helped harden it
Struggling to break through
She tried bashing her way in and it's hurting
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We've come from home, come dine with us
I don't wanna
Come with me, watch me get cut
I don't wanna
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Remember the nights
When I'd hidden in plain sight?
You wouldn't, of course
That's the point,
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If you read her poems, I wonder will you smile?
When you discover at last
how a world was built
and made to revolve around you
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Take me someplace else I've never been
I crave to see something I've never seen
Push me, trounce me, give me a bit of strife
Hurt me, tear me, make me risk a little life
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I keep looking for things that'd let me off the hook
But at every turn you're dangling worms at me-
Darned, but it's not like I'm a pet that needs feeding.
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I'm sorry.
I didn't mean for us to end up like this.
I'm sorry that I never did tell you
the things that you should have heard straight from my lips
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There is a pattern to it all.
A pattern to my deceitful and quiet anarchy
A code of sorts, but easily breakable
If only anyone is watching me closely-
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It's why it's called a fling:
You climb,
You soar
Towards some greater height
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I'm still here,
Still hanging

It would take so much
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Upon my word, I swear, this is how it feels:

It feels as if an integral part of myself is out there floating,
God knows where, laughing or crying about god knows what,
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The river flowed
Serenely at first
Then turbulently
Before finally drying up
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Remember, remember the 31st of October
The evil powder and pot
I know of no reason
Why his death by poison
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The other day I chose to crash and burn
And last night I chose to flip and turn
As one good sonnet did starve Lizzie's love dry
Mine, I killed with one wooden block's sigh
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Feeling helpless but duty-bound
You struggled to heave the world
Onto you shoulders
When the great ball kept rolling off
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Call me a prude
But consider,
Within a week
I'd watched you
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A trickle
A chuckle
Am I laughing?
Am I crying?
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And the hearts I skin have only been
Those of whom I’ve ever really loved
Because when I was growing up
The princesses and the lions
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