chapter 34: 'us is poetry'

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We turn into poetry,

When we hurt someone,

They stare at their wounds,

And then their stares speak words,


We turn into poetry,

When we love someone,

They long for stolen hugs,

And cry cascades of sorrows,


They turn into poetry,

When we see their stares and sorrows,

And print them on a book,

So they'll be ours and never borrowed.

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