「 ᴠɪɪ / mother mess 」

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i was born on a pair of wings

i let my soul carry me

to the ledge

then i fell

i fell deep

for we are

but a fleeting note

in this grand cacophony.

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i was born in a sea of paint

i let the waves wash me

slowly ashore

then i stepped

wide eyed

into the dust

into the story

never stepped out again.

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i was born beneath an angel's light

i let the halo shine on me

till i lost shape

lost myself

so come now

lonely shadow

take me with you

and make me whole.

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i never could stand a kind liar.

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