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Poésie

most wings are made of bones and skin and feathers, but what if mine are made of nothing but rubber and glue?

i know what we could be

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by gtfomulder

by gtfomulder

i know.
you're with him.

i shouldn't
fill up
with false hope.

i know.
your eyes only
see him.

i wish
i was blind.

i know.
i should
distance
myself
from you.

it hurts
too much.

i know.
that every
time i
see you, i
only feel
hollow.

i should have
never
imagined
what
we could be.