it's not quite cobalt, but close enough if you squint
sister schools in tokyo, we've got siblings i haven't yet seen,
and if we are welcomed, it's gonna be all tight smiles and dryer lint,
we don't know our brains well enough to scramble crosswords,
but hey: look at us, multilingual bastards, borne of rolling tongues:
we've got monuments in our honor, no single country is home.
i have family below my feet and the rest have cousins above,
imitation masquerades weigh me down but we can fly, sweetheart;
air contortionists pressed to earth by anti-gravity.
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Rough Diamonds
Poetrya collection of thoughts, depicting broken locks and the colours of loss. possibly some of my favourite poems that i've ever written. (p.s this will replace birthright because i'm unhappy with birthright at this point. birthright will still be aroun...
