Come home.
Stop.
Go away.
Stop.
Come back.
Stop.
No.
NO.
NO!
Don’t sign my name for me.
Dripping.
Wet.
Windowpanes.
It’s the people who need friends who don’t have them.
Everyone really does need a friend.
A good friend.
is that why our hearts break?
When we feel forlorn?
It’s my secret place.
I come here when I’m sad.
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