I died
at age five
you just
didn’t know it.
This version
of me,
the heathen,
the death eaten,
is waking.
Once doubting
my own
two feet,
I've grown
wings instead.
Sabotage me
if
you can.
I died
at age five
you just
didn’t know it.
This version
of me,
the heathen,
the death eaten,
is waking.
Once doubting
my own
two feet,
I've grown
wings instead.
Sabotage me
if
you can.
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