Jun 2022
I'm the scarecrow
standing
still beside the
field
shooing away all
those
birds flying past
me,
for my heart
was
replaced with straw,
and
now I cannot
receive
my beloved crows
anymore.
standing
still beside the
field
shooing away all
those
birds flying past
me,
for my heart
was
replaced with straw,
and
now I cannot
receive
my beloved crows
anymore.
(24/M/Ga)
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