o, to weep
were i to cry the tears of a thousand eyes
my lamentations would not bring me relief
even as this salty lake broke dams and flooded
the valleys of my homeland
o, to weep
would that the ocean's tide would break upon my shores
and tumble this shell in its depths, washing away the sands of my remorse
this alabaster heart, unable to crack open, and spill
--bruised orange
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