Upside down, I hang from
the ceiling
My happiness overturned into
sorrow
Tears spill from my eyes
like light rain
they sprinkle down onto the
olive green carpet
Little mushrooms sprout
from the spots
where the tears hit below
Like little cities made for
little people, they sprout
more and more
How long will I hang here?
My arms falling down
from the weight of gravity
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