we fell under different tables to
cry "mercy mercy" out
when no one picked up
to help us out from the bottles
that were crashing all around us
and our hands got cut
on the glass shards
on the same pain
of ma-pa failures
and we both almost drowned
from their passion for potions
( potions which only cured a days hurt
but made our lifetimes' )
no wonder we hit
each other with hooks of abandon smiles
our inside selves introduced
hearts covered in stitches
and no friend is better
than the one who thinks
the scars are neat
but also wonders
how bad it hurt to get them
when i take out all my crayons
to paint pencils in our hands
coloring our house
the trash will be out front
on the curb
not inside
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