Sep 2018
Chanted down on the mortal grounds with no ore wings, torn by he hounds.
Are you happy with your attempt to be free? Or are you merely disguising yourself with a hollow glee.
Wish to be found but don’t make a sound,
They may be watching somewhere, squirm to be freed from the nightmare
Hide little swallow, and let your partner follow.
Are you happy with your attempt to be free? Or are you merely disguising yourself with a hollow glee.
Wish to be found but don’t make a sound,
They may be watching somewhere, squirm to be freed from the nightmare
Hide little swallow, and let your partner follow.
This was actually a poem that a man from my dreams told me, so idk if I can really call it my poem??
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