How funny it is
did you see how fast we closed ranks
how our lips tighten like the noose
no tea would be spilled
not from us
it's cold outside
but that was your choice
to walk out the door
I hope you freeze
You bang on the windows asking about us
oh how are my child i see you mouth
but your questions are ripped from your throat
by a savage wind
never landing on our ears
our ranks are closed
and you walked outside.
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