when i hear that war horn
i'll claw my way six feet above ground
cause i've been rearing for a fight since
i was thirteen and so angry
well i can use pretty words when
i wanna talk fancy
but you stripped my throat raw when
you laid into me
lord i should have known you'd pull me down
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Dysphoria
Poesie"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
