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Oct 2017
Every night I try
to hold it in my iron fists
It works for a while
Opens up like blossoms in the mist
How can I control it in my sleep?
They form a network from their roots

Learning to learn
Iā€™m trying to conquer
I try to fly
Iā€™m a bird in an aeroplane
I'll never know why
What use are my wings?Ā Ā 
How will I sing?
Always, spinning
Over a stranger's head
I recorded this poem : https://youtu.be/ZhWBiCVWMis
Wes Rabbit
Written by
Wes Rabbit  17/M/Soul Asylum
(17/M/Soul Asylum)   
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     Rose and Glassmuncher
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