the little girl dressed in white sits behind the piano
she cannot see her finger (her tears blind her)
but that is okay!
for her fingers are pulled by strings
she cannot control
they would say she was flying
but she really was not trying
she was only crying
and was then dying
the little girl dressed in black no longer sits behind the piano
she can see her fingers now for they have been cut lose
but it's not that little girl anymore
they would say she is dying but she was no longer crying and now she is trying
and soon she will be flying
CZYTASZ
COCAINE HEART ━━ poetry
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