anthropomorphism

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Picked thin from all the wait, all the hands that Got gnarled before they could reach out— Or, even worse, hurt somebody.   And Sydney’s wearing a dress with yellow flowers.
Wherefore my sorrow?   My lips they asked my eyes today “Say, eyes, wherefore your tears?”
Poetry was Othera phenomenon,I went to uncoverthis peculiar lexicon  
I wish I were among the stars There is better than where we are I'd shine above the world below And sparkle when I wanted so Down here on solid ground there's hate Life comes with all this stress and weight
A long swing hangs low,
Without a Face, Do I Still Exist?  
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