You come wheeling into the trailer,
a hailed-out Bar Queen
in full sail.
Mascara-stained eyes in
a stranger's clothes. I don't
want to know where you've been.
I still see you in a green
and yellow print dress, like
a daisy all sunkissed and pure.
Daughter, you break my heart.
We break upon our love,
we break upon our own hardened shells.
We break. We break.
I cannot hold you close enough.
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