the light hits hard

the sun beams strike

me like they were

lightning wish i was

a ghost so it would

just pass through

you wouldn't hear me when i wept

only when i said boo

then you'd run like children

from the aunt that they hate

who wouldn't let them eat red licorice

or stay up very late

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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