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With wings once made of morning dew
Every feather burnt in ink trails
When the soul cries where the flesh fails
Bones breaking, just one or two
O fall may you leave me wearing sins
Before they wrote about falling
Before i felt gravity pulling
Toward your name, rope kiss on my skins
No castaway is a stone
But to build bridges to home
No scream is vile no smile is vain
Your claws in mine for love to reign
About the Creator
Vili
Bitter patter
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