sierra lewis Poems

there is a secret thread that makes us friends
turn away from hard and breakful eyes
turn away from cold and painful eyes
that speaks of other, more inportant ends
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falling, falling, falling, wait
waiting, waiting, waiting, stop
stopping, stopping, stopping, freeze
freezing, freezing, freezing
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At night she lays there,
thinking about how he touched her,
and how he made her feel so gross,
and how she hates herself the most,
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