today,
was felt.
it was born in the morning,
grew in the subway:
exploded in the hallway
& released in a meisner scene.
i made sergei cry.
i wiped my eyes and my black mascara
stained my hand.
it won't wipe off.
no matter how many times i wash.
i want to die hereafter.
but i can't.
my candle isn't out.
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