For Clipped Wings
I do not own death. Our ghosts meet at night and speak. I sit and watch myself. I do not trust, I listen and I see all this pain. She cries poison. She screams.
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I do not own death. Our ghosts meet at night and speak. I sit and watch myself. I do not trust, I listen and I see all this pain. She cries poison. She screams.