3

Three 
Three
Times 
In rhythm and bedlam
In front of
And in pieces
Mostly the important questions
Were not asked
The crushing dense mercurial
Sadness and a loneness
Curled in imagined waters beneath visible skin stretched
As some thing lame \”-trying -too -hard\”
forced and insincere 
Lacking proper
Relationship and working things
Who listens anyways?
She really would like to know
Because unicorns were not lost but were released

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