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Feb 2019
I want to go home.
I never liked this rotten earth
Its hungry, grabbing hands
Scraped psalms into my palms
Tore feathers from my tattered back
And little by little
devoured them all.

My halo broke.
shine long swallowed by rust-
decay, dust-black with greed
Comes creeping in a dream
To hide what little shine is left
And little by little
Black out my heart.

A quiet hymn.
I wrote all on my own
I screamed it to the ceiling
And carved it to my bones-
Deep inside my skin, inside my soul
But little by little
I’m forgetting the words.
Maybe if I spam all my poetry it’ll be like I never left :’)
Written by
Jay  17/F/Lil Island off Venezuela
(17/F/Lil Island off Venezuela)   
   Shiv Pratap Pal
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