with the wind blowing my hair back
the plain brown, not much to look at
the straight nose and long legs; it looks
great on somebody, anybody else
but not me
with the wind blowing my hair back
it steals the words from my lips, lifts
them up into the sky; it's a clear night
and though I'm dead, I feel alive
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC
with the wind blowing my hair back
the plain brown, not much to look at
the straight nose and long legs; it looks
great on somebody, anybody else
but not me
with the wind blowing my hair back
it steals the words from my lips, lifts
them up into the sky; it's a clear night
and though I'm dead, I feel alive
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