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SHE TOLD ME NOT TO CRY – Ryan Bry

SHE BREATHED THE STORM INTO MY BELLY /// SHE COUNTED IN HER DREAMS OF SILKEN STORMS AND SHE KNEW /// SHE FREED ME INTO THE SORROW OF SLAVERY THANK HER FOR ME WHEN YOU’RE WATERY EYED ENOUGH FULL OF METAPHORICAL HALF-FREEDOMS/// WE CRIED OVER TIME /// BORN INTO TRAGEDY WITH SMILES MADE OF  MONEY WE GATHERED OUR ENERGY TO POUR /// OUT INTO THE PAVEMENT NIGHT /// OUT INTO THE PAVEMENT DAY /// DO I HAVE TO SAY PURITY /// AGAIN WHEN I ALREADY DID /// YOUR FACE /// CRAVINGS CAN BE POLITE /// SOMETIMES /// THE LIGHTNING LIVES IN LAUNDRY BAGS /// SHE TOLD ME SOME THINGS ARE DANGEROUS /// AND IT MADE ME CRY /// SHE TOLD ME SOME THINGS TAKE TIME /// GARGLE SALT-WALTER AND THEN TRY /// TO WALK AMONG NON-WALKERS /// IT’S FULL /// OF STORMING GHOSTS /// TOO LOUD IN SILENT DEATH /// SHE TURNED TO ME /// AND SAID /// SHE SANG ///