she's squatting on floor
reaching underneath couch
when passing feet wander
to her outstretch fingers
crackle muffled by carpet
but voice of pain rattles
tears flowing on her face
like crystal of wheat rolling
on smoothest skin, trickling
through fine hairs bursting
leaving her chain at gravity
speed but cry didn't subside
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