And
Sara thinks she’s died here before
She’s crazy
A pop-up book of flowers
From grade four
Are driving her insane
No one knows why
She’s sad tonight
No one can help her fight
Crying, she couldn’t afford
The view
Crying, these automatic flowers won’t
Do
Another brick
Another window frames the confusion
Her garden blooms but Sara can’t see straight
She’s drinking herself blind
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