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you pack my grief in an envelope with your address

you pack my grief
in an envelope
with your address
on my back
only to find out
the post office
is shut.

now
my sadness 
lies all over
your floor
like breadcrumbs
and your maid
only cleans
on Wednesdays. OCD.
you pack my grief
in an envelope
with your address
on my back
only to find out
the post office
is shut.

now
my sadness 
lies all over
your floor
like breadcrumbs
and your maid
only cleans
on Wednesdays. OCD.