she laughs
as she swims in low tide, full of things
she has no faith in
to her, god is anything
that’s beautiful and accepted.
sometimes, i catch her
looking out of her cardboard life
her eyes flimsy and drawn,
her soul drenched.
and so she laughs,
and i envy her because she can.
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i need a better title. any suggestions?
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