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ᗪᗩᖇK ᕼᑌᑎTEᖇ, I ᖴEEᒪ YOᑌᖇ ᗷᖇEᗩTᕼ
Oᑎ TᕼE ᕼᗩIᖇᔕ Oᑎ TᕼE ᗷᗩᑕK Oᖴ ᗰY ᕼEᗩᗪ
YOᑌ ᑕᗩᑌGᕼT ᗰY ᔕᑕEᑎT Iᑎ TᕼE ᗯIᑎᗪ
‘ᑕᖇOᔕᔕ TᕼE ᗰOOᖇᔕ I ᖴᖇᗩᑎTIᑕᗩᒪᒪY ᖴᒪEᗪ

YOᑌ ᔕTᗩᒪK ᗰY EᗰᑭTY ᗯᗩKIᑎG ᗪᖇEᗩᗰᔕ
ᗪᖇIᐯE ᗰE TOᗯᗩᖇᗪᔕ YOᑌᖇ ᒪᗩIᖇ
TᕼEᖇE YOᑌ ᒪᑌᖇK, ᗩ ᔕᕼᗩᑭEᒪEᔕᔕ ᖴOᖇᗰ
I ᗰOᑌTᕼ ᗩ ᔕIᒪEᑎT ᑭᖇᗩYEᖇ

TOO ᒪᗩTE I ᔕEᑎᔕE YOᑌ TEᑎᔕIᑎG
ᑭOIᔕEᗪ TO TᗯIᔕT ᗩᑎᗪ ᔕTᖇIKE
TᕼE ᔕᑌᑎ ᗷᒪOTTEᗪ ᗷY YOᑌᖇ ᑕᒪOᗩK
ᗩᔕ YOᑌᖇ ᔕIᒪᕼOᑌETTE ᕼᑌᖇᒪᔕ ITᔕ ᔕᑭIKE

ᗩ ᒪOOK Iᑎ TᕼE EYEᔕ Oᖴ OTᕼEᖇᔕ
ᒪIKE ᗩᑎ IᑎᗪEᒪIᗷᒪE ᑭᗩᔕᔕᑭOᖇT ᔕTᗩᗰᑭ
TEᒪᒪᔕ ᗰE TᕼEY’ᐯE ᗷEEᑎ ᕼEᖇE ᗩᒪᔕO
Iᑎ TᕼE ᑕOᒪᗪ ᗩᑎᗪ TᕼE ᔕTEᑎᑕᕼ ᗩᑎᗪ TᕼE ᗪᗩᗰᑭ

I ᗩᗯᗩKE ᗩᒪOᑎE Iᑎ TᕼE ᖴOᖇEᔕT
ᑕOᑎᐯIᑎᑕEᗪ TᕼᗩT I ᔕᑌᖇEᒪY ᖴEᒪᒪ
EᔕᑕᗩᑭE ᗩ GᑌT-ᗯᖇEᑎᑕᕼIᑎG IᒪᒪᑌᔕIOᑎ
Iᑎ TᕼIᔕ ᑭᒪᗩᑕE TᕼᗩT TᕼEY ᑕᗩᒪᒪ ᕼEᒪᒪ
You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.
It hurts the most
When the person
That made you feel wanted yesterday
Made you feel so unwanted today.
 Mar 2021 just-a-little-bird
seal
alas, she remained
silent in the eyes of all,
then left without words.

in a rush of confusion,
they waited, yet no return.
 Mar 2021 just-a-little-bird
pn
you leave.
i wake up and you're gone.
you leave like how your kisses fade away on my clavicle.
you leave like the roses that slowly waste from june to
september.
you leave like you can't wait to.
you leave like there's nothing better in the world.
but now that I've found you
and you're millions of miles away
it hurts worse

come home
To master my reality
I give it my all
To be one with nature
I obey natural laws
To experience this life
Of such pleasures and pain
To run in this race
Where winning is vain
To live like a fool
So eternally wise
To be loved unconditionally
Beyond my demise
All of these things
I hold in my heart
Creatively shaping
My collection of art
Traveler 🧳
 Mar 2021 just-a-little-bird
32x
i think that the most damaged people in the world
are the kindest
and the softest

because they know
that scabs can be picked
and you can bleed
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