April 1, 2017

you are a child watching a birdie
flapping it’s wings in the throes of death
and it is your hope I cannot stand

When it all boils down
I will fold;
i will always choose death over life

Don’t you know?

I never sought to heal
Only to crash and burn

Journal: Oct.26.2020
Made of Sand
Not Dura, but Alaminadura

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