i hear the clouds speak
the rain there quiet tears
the thunder crys for help
the lightning flashes of a razor
the clouds know me
they comfort me
they love me
they tell me secrets
i like the clouds
cry silent tears
slinence my own cries for help
and am comforted by the shining gleam of a razor
i unlike the clouds
leave with puffy eyes unnoticed
let my lips and tounge bleed against hard pressed teeth
watch blood flow from slits to floor
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