that girl-

call her rapunzel only she'll make ropes out of razors and cut up your hands

-she'll probably give up one day and learn to deal with loss:

ambulances bringing the days when roses and violets lose their colours

(nothing sincere ever rhymed with blue anyway, you understand)

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was it worth it though, in the end, was it really worth it

daddy's little dividend should've thought that one through;

but they all looked so surprised! something bitter something blue,

and a sixpence for her shoe – throw it butbecarefulwhatyouhit,

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find safe ways to savour consequence –

hush, dear, everyone always said – dropping names and guards and gazes

contriving tragedy in progress. how these tired muscles ache!

(such a pity)so much thought and yet so little sense