holding on to
non slip
buckets
i wash the floors, a
cinderella
reincarnate
and
i watch you try to fly.
in
a cage (you are a bird)
mocking me,
trying not to cry,
being
a girl and
i look in the mirror.
even
with the fake red lips (i)
can't forget you,
the boy who broke my heart,
the
boy who clipped my wings. i
keep cleaning.
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