I wanted to preserve a bubble.
Pop!
Realisation pulled me through a tunnel,
taking me away from my vague fantasies
where are my black feathers? my wings?
Is this an illusion?
I thought I lost you.
This is not the game we ought to play.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC
I wanted to preserve a bubble.
Pop!
Realisation pulled me through a tunnel,
taking me away from my vague fantasies
where are my black feathers? my wings?
Is this an illusion?
I thought I lost you.
This is not the game we ought to play.
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