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She doesn’t look like me. Too pale, too naked, Too ****** under her own surface. Well I don’t want to drown. I won’t get pull down because part of me is too Pathetic and plucked to fly She can’t be me, But she’s the only me that sees, Herself seized up By the time I’ve flapped the fervor back into me Shaken off a soft sagging skin Taken flight I’m away, unawake, unaware Weightless as thoughtless Till I fall I only learn about myself when landing Roused by faded echoes of euphoria Rippling with the hypnic drop I won’t say I don’t know About the bullet or predator Waiting to slink out of my blind spot But I need to be a bird again And there’s always an again Or an until Until the bird stops returning to be me No idea why it does Until it’s killed, So I can die, Without being anyone who’s dying.
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Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
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She doesn’t look like me. Too pale, too naked, Too ****** under her own surface. Well I don’t want to drown. I won’t get pull down because part of me is too Pathetic and plucked to fly She can’t be me, But she’s the only me that sees, Herself seized up By the time I’ve flapped the fervor back into me Shaken off a soft sagging skin Taken flight I’m away, unawake, unaware Weightless as thoughtless Till I fall I only learn about myself when landing Roused by faded echoes of euphoria Rippling with the hypnic drop I won’t say I don’t know About the bullet or predator Waiting to slink out of my blind spot But I need to be a bird again And there’s always an again Or an until Until the bird stops returning to be me No idea why it does Until it’s killed, So I can die, Without being anyone who’s dying.
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Avouleance
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
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