Same eyes
same blood
but still
we are strangers
i can't help to think
that you are only a ghost
with half of my genes
in your veins
sometimes they say i look like you
but how can i believe them
if i don't even know
who are you
same eyes
same blood
but still
i can't call you father
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Thrive
PoetrySometimes I feel fragile, and poetry helps me to blossom and thrive. But here's the problem. I'm not delicate like a flower or a little plant in the middle of a forest. I'm fragile like a bomb. If you are ready to watch me burn, go ahead...
