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linoleum is the shoulder i cry on
it alone knows why
i live a princess life

isolated in a tall tower
no one knows how to climb
and leaning out my window i see
the people who are smiling up

at me but don't know why
i cannot just go down the stairs

and meet them on the ground
instead of meeting wondrous eyes
i stare out at a vacant, paper sea
and flood linoleum with salt.