The ability to be who you are no matter where the sun reflects
Ice sticks on the dark side but your smile remains
1000 versions of me I’ve created just to get to you
The you that has always been more
The you that requires a magic flask to get to
Tag: Poetry
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Every wiggle allows the grass to weep
The opening moment of the final act
Screams into the black winds where my home was
Enclosed in a space that stretches for hours
How can I feel so trapped in a place without limits
How will I ever find home again?
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