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on a sad day the rain is yellow and sharp
And hollow hearts couldn't hide if they wanted.
The box snaps shut and life lies shattered,
Salt stinging like bees in my eyes,
Like that matters.
Look closer and smudges of pavement stare back
Softly they whisper their song to me
Your voice is pleading and rough
But I am not sure any more I believe
That perfect is even enough