I stretch out my wing;
The Pin you placed seems
to be holding. Your Mercy
was the thing,
which held me aloft
until my heartbreak oft
had been forgotten,
until my diaphragmatic
flight had gotten
ground free.
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
I stretch out my wing;
The Pin you placed seems
to be holding. Your Mercy
was the thing,
which held me aloft
until my heartbreak oft
had been forgotten,
until my diaphragmatic
flight had gotten
ground free.
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