You walked 
like there was laughter in your bones.
You talked 
like a rainbow had grown

curved
over your clever tongue
swerved
beneath a fragile sun.

Sleeping 
in a bed of suicide
Weeping,
that night, you died.

Sunrise
came your undeath
surpise
you drew one more breath.

Holding
on quiet insanity
molding
beneath soft profanity.

You walk
with sadness in your bones.
You talk
softly... alone.

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