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She said that
all she needed was
a beat
a melody
a chorus
a verse
a harmony;
She said that
music was what would
put her back together again.

But now
I watch her
as she slowly tilts
like a glass pushed too close to an edge.
I watch as she
teeters, and then slips
down;
and when she splinters
the blues of her eyes crack
and leak out the bottom to
pool on her cheeks.

And I know that
now, not even
the sweetest song
from the
greatest composer
could save her,
or even begin to
gather the shards
that she has become.