We
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a
l
down
d
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w
n
back to our first beginning
we were little more than f l i g h t l e s s birds then
so utterly humble
so infamously bleak
so lost in shambles
so unbearably weak
did you name me then
with paper and ink words
did you find joy sparking
in the solitude you heard
are we no longer secrets
sealed with the stamp of burdens
we call names
bringing each other up
from the depths of ourselves
that remain unfathomed
why do you recoil at a certain name
as if, when you you hear it, you've touched
a
l m
an open f e
as if, when you say it,
it's the first you've experienced shame