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Jun 12
You did this to yourself
Acting so tough
Crash the sky, it’s called corrosion
“Spread my wings and cut them off!”

Where is your gown?
What comes up will come down

So tall
Yet so fragile
So empty inside
And then it all shattered…

Where is your gown?
What comes up will come down

It was you
Why did you do it
For me?
This poem is about a person watching someone they care about collapse. Planning to make a song using this poem.
Aleksejs Macions
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Aleksejs Macions  17/M/Monaco
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