Unlike Me, Her Hair is Made of Rabbit Pelt
Somedays,
In the blue I am unhappy
Somedays the clouds are
Wrong
The mother-friend becomes
ugly
Somedays, I am a goose who would like
To be anything else
My friend says it best -
We are sapphires
Unlike me, her hair is made
Of rabbit pelt
I could love her but
Today, I'd rather not -
Somedays in the blue
I’d like to kill myself
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