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..
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what mood swung
on bended knee
what has I
to offer
thee

my mind
from this shell
pretenders gone
to
mock me

watch thier
limp babies frail
my motion
gets
sick
here
am
I
made made

my spirit cried out to you
here
am
I

found bleeding
that my heart be capitalized
that they try to find meaning
beyond you
what form
have they
speak
to me
in
this silence

shred from me
all that they have known
blend my mind with
thier trees
here
am
I
used

from what scorn have I been pulled
teach me hear under your crown
let me bleed here with you
my arms have never spread that far
tears have never burned my cheeks
nor have they stained
my shame

here
am
I
found

in this shell
oceans over oceans
stars
in
be
tween

why is it
all they ever do
is
try
to read
me

understand what
moodswing
?












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