I find solace in the years
coupled with many fears.
I am yearning for death,
question breath in my chest.
Why did I fight for the egg?
Why leave my siblings?
Drunk on ideas,
an ugly duckling
suckles curious.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
I find solace in the years
coupled with many fears.
I am yearning for death,
question breath in my chest.
Why did I fight for the egg?
Why leave my siblings?
Drunk on ideas,
an ugly duckling
suckles curious.
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