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Cordelia...
I thought you'd die some other way.
I thought you'd crawl back to the wings.
So young and so untender, they say...
But you say I'm true, true true true true
To my father's name.
Cordelia,
Your midnight tears are just a dream.
And your father's accordion hands are clean.
To sing like birds in a cage until you sleep...
Wrapped in laughter and tangles and years and autumn rain.
Your only wish, as you descend to the catacombs
Numb from a bastard child and icy lungs...
The house, it screams what has come undone.
The curtains bell into winterlight past the windowpane.
To think,
You only tore one flower from the ground..
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