Jun 2020
How small I am in my eyes.
May I see me as tall as you do.
My underestimation
keeps me from the gestation
of the universe within me
aching to explode.
May I see me as tall as you do.
My underestimation
keeps me from the gestation
of the universe within me
aching to explode.
(M/DeSoto, TX)
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