I shed myself
all over you
black marks of magic
that create meanings
in the way they connect
they were secrets
when they only
existed inside of me
but you give them
the means to live
you give me a life
oh sweet paper!
the child of wood
you carry my soul
all over you
please don’t lose me
I don’t want to be
lost again
Mar 11, 2021
Mar 11, 2021 at 10:42 PM UTC
I shed myself
all over you
black marks of magic
that create meanings
in the way they connect
they were secrets
when they only
existed inside of me
but you give them
the means to live
you give me a life
oh sweet paper!
the child of wood
you carry my soul
all over you
please don’t lose me
I don’t want to be
lost again
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