a girl with careless words and a heart rough around the edges,
she holds a world bruised and broken in her dirty scared hands,
palms stained with ink,
her bright eyes race, her lips heavy with words so raw so naked and her tired eyes watch the colors circle her ankles and she counts,

7... 8... 9...

then she's on her knees pulling her hair,
she'll be almost home now.

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