one day I'll rest on hollow shoulders
and silence the humming of my heart
if feathers cannot fly
Then my infested soul will never brush the stars
i am squirming
under the gaze of your colors
and the tools in your hand
you'll need more than glue
to attach ruffled feathers
to my darkened soul
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