Is covered in
dead cherry blossom petals
And the walls
Of her house
Are drowning
In tightly entwined
Dark green ivy.
Every autumn
People lay flowers
On her doorstep,
And every autumn
You can see
Her mother and father's
Bloodshot eyes.
And there are extra
Suicide pamphlets
Given out at my high school....
But I still see the girl everyday
In her bedroom window.
She can't stop crying.
I wish I couldn't see her.
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