let the gawkers
make haste
may thier
make
it
frozen clay
showers
of
frost
clung teardrops
my depths deaths
shall they swallow
birds admiration
aspirations
on
man
that an bird would ask it's wings
why it it you choose
to feather me
tickle me
from
the
sky
ask let why
that my flesh be
peeled
from
the
back
of
mine
eyes
say not
let the gawkers
?
...
..
.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
let the gawkers
make haste
may thier
make
it
frozen clay
showers
of
frost
clung teardrops
my depths deaths
shall they swallow
birds admiration
aspirations
on
man
that an bird would ask it's wings
why it it you choose
to feather me
tickle me
from
the
sky
ask let why
that my flesh be
peeled
from
the
back
of
mine
eyes
say not
let the gawkers
?
...
..
.
back
an
...
..
.
