Dead Inside

Death did us part,
and now I slowly crinkle like shreds of paper with the wrong words.
I flake like the dust I came from,
and I sit pretty and mindlessly hum,
a song about the path of cranes in the sky on their way.
All because he didn’t like my hair that day.

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