She thought to cry
i didn't know why
It didn't matter
She wouldn't bother
The gates gave way
Each tear a day
Like weights of fodder
Her eyes are heavy
As painful painful memories
like parachutes of truth
Leave her body
No denying
No turning back
Her eyes are gates
Of painful days
giving way
To weights
Of actions unamed
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